Chrysanthemums, are such a lovely flower.
They are all so sweet and gentle, with just a hint of power.
Each one is different, and yet, in ways, the same.
Like many mothers that I could care to name.
Not only sweet and gentle, they are strong and tough, as well.
Surviving winter's icy winds, and summer's long, hot spell.
They calmly face each crisis, they never whine or moan.
Just like so many mothers that each of us has known.
Though some chrysanthemums are white, they come in every hue.
A wide diversity of shape, and various sizes too.
But every individual flower is special in some way.
Just like many mothers whom we recognise today!
I had tulips by the way......haven't got a poem about tulips...........