Grandma’s Hydrangeas

We called them
snowballs
Although they 
appeared
In summertime 

White circles
Blooming
On the green 
bushes
In Grandma’s yard

So tempting 
To pick
And toss them
But we
Just never dared

Grandma’s love
For them
And for us
Greater
Than temptation  

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6 Responses to Grandma’s Hydrangeas

  1. Denise Krebs says:

    Oh, what a great poem about the hydrangeas in your grandma’s yard! Beautiful how it is love that kept you from having a snowball fight!

  2. rosecappelli says:

    A lovely poem and memory! Thanks for sharing, Diane.

  3. Nanc says:

    Oh how I love the snowballs too! Hydrangea is a favorite… what a sweet poem remember the love between you and your Grandma! Dave is pretty protective about our flowers. My favorite is the oakleaf, the autumn colors are amazing. XO

  4. Leigh Anne Eck says:

    Ahh…grandma’s love greater than the tempation! Lovely memory!

  5. Ramona says:

    Beautiful memory of a time and place never to be forgotten! Love the picture you painted with these words:
    “White circles
    Blooming
    On the green
    bushes…”

  6. Julie says:

    I love the ending of that poem!

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