A Flash Back

Looking through

The port hole of this large ship

Sometimes I see the orange tree

At the end of a long stone path

And the many pink

White and violet flowers

Which line the path.

Crossing my mind are the times

When I picked rainbow like flowers

For my dear mother,

Years later flowers were picked

For my girlfriends.

Just as the ship

Powers its way through rough waters

Nice memories

Jolt my thoughts

Balancing the bad times

With the good ones.

by

Arlyn I. Edelstein