The ragamuffin children gazed in wonder at the colourful array of bouquets, sprays and bunches of flowers in the florist’s shop. No way would they ever be able to give their mothers such a tribute of love on Mothers’ Day.
The black hearse departed for the nearby crematorium. Shortly thereafter smoke coiled the dearly departed to the afterlife, whilst broken stems and fallen petals from the tributes of bouquets, sprays and bunches of flowers, littered the chapel driveway.
“Happy Mothers’ Day, Mum,” each child gifted a fistful of colourful blooms, a hard won prize from floral combat.
The black hearse departed for the nearby crematorium. Shortly thereafter smoke coiled the dearly departed to the afterlife, whilst broken stems and fallen petals from the tributes of bouquets, sprays and bunches of flowers, littered the chapel driveway.
“Happy Mothers’ Day, Mum,” each child gifted a fistful of colourful blooms, a hard won prize from floral combat.
