Efflorescence: My Paternal Grandmother Poem by Ryan John Payne

When forlorn flow'rs your green thumb'd find,
Their blossoms would forever bind
Memories and love of which we share-
Your lovingkindness ne'er once threadbare.
Nodding flowers genuflect in the wind
And garden crops soon gathered in
Expressed that love you'd harvest well.
It never was too hard to tell
You preferred your world in flowery hues...
That's what I know when I think of you.
God nurtured you just like garden flowers;
Heaven still sends those needful showers.
The Lord knew best when He called you Home;
He stopped your lifelong metronome.
Yet flow'ry salutations in efflorescence
Find harmonious growth so effervescent-
You loved me first; I loved you back.
Sweet pangs of love have left their track.
Each marigold, chrysanthemum, each daisied hue
Makes 'grandmother' a blissful word because of you.