“Memories in Each Bloom: A Plumeria’s Tale”

By Tex Norwood

In the garden of time, where plumerias sway,
Each bloom brings back memories, in a vivid array.
With every petal that unfurls in the light,
Comes a flood of remembrances, bright and right.

Pinks that remind of sunsets on the beach,
Where laughter and waves were within reach.
Yellows that echo of days in the sun,
Of childhood summers, full of fun.

Whites that whisper of moonlit strolls,
Of quiet talks, of dreams and goals.
Each fragrance, a key to a locked away past,
Opening memories, vast and vast.

The touch of a petal, soft and smooth,
Takes me back to times aloof.
To moments of joy, of tears, of love,
Under the wide, endless sky above.

In every bloom, a story to be told,
Of times both young and old.
A journey through the paths we’ve tread,
In petals of memories, our hearts are led.

For plumerias are not just flowers in a row,
But keepers of times, of high and low.
In their blooms, our history lies,
A garden of memories, under the skies.

So let us cherish each plumeria’s bloom,
In their presence, let our memories loom.
For in their beauty, we find our stories’ streams,
In each plumeria bloom, the past gleams.