Pink Flowers, Near Kitchen Towels Poem by Jan Freundschuh

I didn't get along with my mother,
.....Who died almost 30 years ago,
From my father I learned to like handsome colors
.....Sensible, whimsical, yet earthy, art.
But I inherited loud pink towels
.....From my mother's bathroom design
(The only visual disagreement she ever raised
.....With my father) ,
And I put them in my kitchen, and today I saw
.....My vase-full of roses (Dec.8th, still growing strong)
They harmonized with her pink towels,
.....And I said, Thank God! , Thank God! ! !
You've finally become a role model
.....Who will show me a way out.
There is more than one sensibility
.....That it is possible to respect
From my father I learned to like handsome colors
.....Sensible, whimsical, yet earthy, art
But Mommy, your bright pink...........It thrills my heart! ! !