Let Your Love Flow

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This old gal…

Couldn’t help but notice…so many bridal wreath hedges…on walks here in the new neighborhood…never seemed to see them much in Old Town…except lining the front porch…of the home…of that grandmother of mine…every spring…the delicate white flowers…cascade down gracefully arching branches…the shrubs…reaching…expanding…seemingly flowing…like a fountain of white…

Lived with that wonderful woman…for three years…after divorce number one…not sure how it came about…but needed a place that would allow…a cute little black teacup poodle…got to know her…really know her…as a person…not a grandma…watched soap operas…talked world news…whispered and giggled…about the new dating life…of young me…

And like that bridal wreath…lining the flowerbed outside…she was well rooted…with years of experience…yet delicate…possessing…her own kind of grace…and the love…that reached out…expanded…flowed from her…like a brilliant fountain…filled that broken heart…when it needed it most…never to question…never to judge…never to stop…

Those were precious times indeed…
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And that grandmother of mine…would agree…