This is mint and here are three pinks
I have brought you, Mother.
They are wet with rain
And shining with it.
The pinks smell like more of them
In a blue vase:
The mint smells like summer
In many gardens.
Gift
Hilda Conkling
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Poem topics: mother, rain, summer, blue, smell, shining, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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