Trumpet Vines And Time

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how the
trumpet vines
grew on the wall
of my mother’s home
glorious
like her faith
her unconditional love
when God said
“It’s time . . .”

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The pictures are courtesy of wpclipart.

Trumpet Vines filled a wall of my first home.  I always love seeing them bloom, and saw them again recently.  They inspired this poem for my mother, which was published in Bell’s Letters Poet 125 (2011).

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