Emily visited us that day,
a dreamy hot afternoon.
We sat among pots of Geranium
while the Honeybees hummed their tune.
Marigolds danced in the gentle breeze
which carried the Roses perfume
as we sipped Orange Squash and remembered the past,
one beautiful day in June.
Her brown eyes glowed with motherhood
as her unborn child quietly grew
and we talked of names and labour pains -
too quickly those short hours flew.
Now through the winter frosts
her son at last in her arms,
she longs for the coming of spring
to show him natures charms.