Memories of Now

He brings me roses 
from our garden and 
my mind sees my father
bringing Mother roses
from their garden and
she would say,
"These are lovely." 
Like a recording
of voice between  my mother
and me, I say
"These are lovely." 
Of all the moments shared
in the marriage of my parents,
I wanted this giving moment 
of roses to be mine, also. Now,
flowering into time, an
act as sweet as
I saw 50 years ago.