I remember a huge bowl of them by her door
The orange was as brilliant as fire
I could sit and gaze at them forever
For their amazing look I can never tire.
And when she died her brother asked me
If I would like it, I would not have to fuss
They take little water and take care of themselves
I told him I would love Aunt Theo's Cactus.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a nice poem of remembering something that made an impact in your life? ......well penned.