Last Mother's Day--or maybe the year before--, my kids collected a book of poetry for me for a year of Poetry Tea Times. I was just reading a poem for May, and though you might enjoy it.
Red Geraniums by Martha Haskell Clark
Life did not bring me silken gowns, Nor jewels for my hair, Nor signs of gabled foreign towns In distant countries fair, But I can glimpse, beyond my pane, a green and friendly hill And red geraniums aflame upon my window sill. The brambled cares of everyday, The tiny humdrum things, May bind my feet when they would stray, But still my heart has wings While Red Geraniums are bloomed against my window glass, And low above my green-sweet hill the Gypsy wind-clouds pass. And if my dreamings ne'er come true, The brightest and the best, But leave me lone my journey through, I'll set my heart at rest, And thank God for home-sweet things, a green and friendly hill, And red geraniums aflame upon my window sill.