Inspired by and written for Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge – thank you, Sue and GC
So, I’m writing this on a Sunday morning at my mum’s house, so just a wee ditty poem jotted in my notebook before an overexcited mum opens her birthday pressies and cards

Pink Hydrangea
Form: Free Verse
Latte lazing in a cup
as croissants bake to melt butter
for the jam waiting on the table by the window
Sunday morning window gazing
at the bustle of birds chasing fruits and seeds
on the old wooden bird table
for the cat is too busy
snoozing in the shade of the pink hydrangea
©JezzieG2022
Lovely poem…
What did you buy Mum?
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Lots of different things she wanted – she got spoiled
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Quite rightly 💜
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natch
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and a trip to the Lady Lever Gallery and afternoon tea the day before. Not really a birthday thing as we do a gallery and afternoon tea as our thing anyway
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But I am sure she really appreciated time with you 💜💜
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Ouch, I know I need to do it more often
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Yummy! I want the croissant and jam too.
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Mum makes her own jam so even more yummy
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Ooh! Lucky you. Enjoy
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I really need to remember to bring a jar home.
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If you need to remember then you aren’t as dedicated as I would be. 😛
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Just as well really as I am a diabetic
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Then it’s better to eat the jam occasionally
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Indeed, and enjoy it
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Yes👍🏼
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