Petals Papered Our Lives Walls

In 1980, way back when,
My parents dreamt a dream and then

They opened up a set of doors
filled with flowers, wall to floors.

I was small, my sister smaller,
the shoppe the place we both grew taller.

Bit by bit and day by day,
the seasons swept our months away.

The petals that papered our lives walls
now decorate my memory’s halls.

Now the store has closed its doors,
seeking refuge from these retail wars.

This loss has not led to inner strife,
just reflections on my early life.

Some things I simply grabbed for granted,
well I realize now that roots were planted.

Pen in hand, I’ll now be brief,
collect some closure, reap relief.

From tiny toddler to six feet, three inches,
here are lessons learned in pinches:

I learned of labor and tireless toil,
a healthy harvest needs healthy soil.

I tasted freedom – sweet for sure -
that led to self employed allure.

I kept tight tally of boons and busts,
committed to memory, the mustn’ts and musts.

Colors can contrast and still be stupendous -
the right hue and right texture together tremendous.

The life of a flower is full though it’s fleeting.
That one’s the crown jewel, so it bares repeating.

Flowers they fade, but live rather loud.
Life your one life in a way that is proud.

For most of my years, it colored my life,
filled it with beauty and brought me my wife.

The store is now gone. The memories are not.
even after sun sets, our star is still hot.

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