My dear Mam and Dad 💕💙

I can reminisce her picking them from our pretty floral garden, if they were out blooming and she was able

Everybody called her ‘Bunny’ as a nickname, though I never found out why on earth she ever got that funny label

But then again my Mam absolutely hated her name that she was christened with which just happened to be Mabel
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Our front garden at home was an evermore bed of beautiful mixed coloured roses

And I can almost remember passerby’s pausing to sniff up the lovely smells of these pleasant perfumes up their noses

I can still see my dear old Dad coming in from his late, long hours from his Fishing boat and watering all those roses with the skinny green snakey hoses

Wow there was a forevermore fragrant floribunda brightening up a rainy day, crimson etc. coloured, beautiful buds opening up, what with that constant new life and the deadly decomposes 
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Awww my Mam and Old pops had the best garden on our street, but I guess it didn’t take much maintenance, though that radiant rose bed always looked so nice and neat

God bless the pair of them, I can still see my Dad sat in his wheelchair and Mam stood looking at those roses , and that lovely aroma was so sweet

Eeh though that worried, frustrated expression on her little face when she would wheel him back into the house and have to shuffle him onto his supported seat