Gardenias on a Live Oak
And the memories that comfort the uncomfortable
By Brittanica GoodrichPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read
A sunny afternoon on Live Oak Dr.
Gardenias on a Live Oak
How do these flowers grow?
Muddled through my memory
That’s where they find their home
A first of remembered moments
But also the most special
How do I get back there
An innocence I now must wrestle
For when your heart gets broken
When the pain is more than you can bear
That memory is right there for you
A smile you can wear
A little coo with your mother
Not a grey cloud in the sky
Let those little petals guide you
Dry that little eye
I am always with you
Even when you start to falter
Because I am just a memory
Of what it feels like to be a daughter
About the Creator
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