I see you smiling in the clouds:
Passing by roses blooming
Memories of mother pruning
On her knees nature praying
All around her children playing.
A family on common ground
Looking back on childhood days
Lost now in our modern ways.
Fewer trees in gardens grow
Where we climbed bough to bough
Skipping, laughing, running wild
As you watched over us and smiled.
Jpoet7 ( wordverse.me )