Monday, May 6, 2013

Hollyhocks


Hollyhocks
By Edgar Guest

Old-fashioned flowers! I love them all:
The morning-glories on the wall ...



The pansies in their patch of shade ...


The violets, stolen from a glade ...


The bleeding hearts and columbine ...


Have long been garden friends of mine;

But memory every summer flocks
About a clump of hollyhocks.


The mother loved them years ago;
Beside the fence they used to grow,

And though the garden changed each year
And certain blooms would disappear
To give their places in the ground

To something new that mother found,
Some pretty bloom or rosebush rare ...


The hollyhocks were always there.


It seems but yesterday to me
She led me down the yard to see,

The first tall spires, with bloom aflame,
And taught me to pronounce their name.


And year by year I watched them grow,
The first flowers I had come to know.

And with the mother dear I'd yearn
To see the hollyhocks return.

The garden of my boyhood days
With hollyhocks was kept ablaze ...


In all my recollections they
In friendly columns nod and sway;

And when today their blooms I see,
Always the mother smiles at me ...


The mind's bright chambers, life unlocks
Each summer with the hollyhocks.


I captured the pictures of the Hollyhocks at my parents' house this past weekend, and love Mr. Guest's poem about them.  The seeds were given to me years ago by a sweet lady in Marshall, Texas, and I passed them on to my mother.  I love seeing these old-fashioned blooms, and always remember the kindness of the lady in Texas, who shared her beautiful flowers with us.

5 comments:

The Flower Lady's Husband said...

What a charming old poem! So fitting for Mother's Day.

Beth said...

Shared plants and seeds are the best because they always remind you of the one who gave and/or the place they came from.

C. M. Designs said...

Janie, My mom always had hollyhocks growing outside of my bedroom window.. They would "peek" in at me and I thought they were beautiful..
I can't seem to grow them like my Mom did.. She had "four-o-clocks" growing in with the hollyhocks too. Such wonderful memories ! I love the poem.
Happy Spring thoughts,
Charlotte

Lori said...

When my cousin and I played at my grandmother's farm, the hollyhocks were always the skirts for our make believe dollies? Love the photos. Hollyhocks seemed to have disappeared in the Upper Midwest.

Pat said...

Janie,

Amazingly beautiful and sharp pictures.

The poem brings home to us the importance of making memories for our children and grandchildren....Loved the poem!

How far reaching thoughtfulness can be! The seeds are proof of that ... How nice!

Pat in Tallahassee