The Perennial Hibiscus: Written for my Mama Lola, Creative Writing Class, Louisiana Tech UniversityShare.. Wednesday, December 30, 2009 at 3:06am


Lately, Lola’s window seemed to be her best friend. From her chair, where she sat most of the day, she could see the flower garden. Mexican Petunias bloomed early in the summer with a passionate burst of purple, like the sky just before a storm. Shasta Daisies and white Petunias grew along the edges of the flowerbeds just outside her window. However, Lola’s favorite flower was not ready to bloom. The Perennial Hibiscus was at least three feet tall, and the buds were just beginning to appear. Lola waited patiently. She knew that when the first buds began to open, she would again be reminded of her own home place.

These days Lola could not remember as much as she used to. At ninety-four, memories fade. She could still remember some things, and when her son and daughter came to visit, she knew who they were. But when they left, so did their countenance. She could not recall the visit at all.

She sat and waited, waited for the Hibiscus to open with a promising glow of color. Then one morning, after the nurse took her breakfast tray away and helped her dress, she sat down in her chair beside the window. There in front of her was the perennial memory, blooming in all its radiance.

Lola closed her eyes and reflected on a garden of long ago. A garden in full bloom, her garden, which she had planted as a young woman and watched grow and fade for fifty years. Wonderful sweeps of white Gaura and red Salvia wrapped around the house in beds that she worked, while he was out doing his own thing. Queen Anne’s lace crawled between Pineapple Sage and the old time Verbena her mother had given her when she first started to work the soil. The Verbena started out as a small cutting with a small root system, and in a few years had grown to be a splendid specimen—so unlike Harold, who began their married life promising great things and a wonderful marriage, but in the end became influenced by the cheap dirt and weeds of life and left her and their children to raise their garden alone.

A path made of broken pieces of stone and brick rambled around the beds all the way to the back porch and down to a birdbath in a bed of Perennial Hibiscus and Hydrangeas. The Hibiscus thrived in the full sun that shone on her garden.

Her favorite pastime, after the gardening itself, was sitting on the back porch, coffee in hand, watching the sun peak over her flower garden. A hazy glow fell through the sky, between the tall pines and into her garden. How beautiful the Hibiscus was in the freshness of the day. If only her life with Harold were so nice.

Lola started each morning with urgency about her, wanting Harold to be truly hers again. She wanted him to want her as he did in the beginning. She woke him gently each morning with a kiss. She brought him a tray of homemade biscuits and fried eggs. The aroma of the hot coffee stirred his senses, as the kiss did not. So started a lukewarm morning of arguments that grew more intense with the heat of the day, and, like the Hibiscus that was fading outside in the hot sun, so was their life together ... and then he was gone.

“Miss Lola, are you asleep in your old chair again? Miss Lola?” The nurse ran to call the family. Lola’s daughter Katherine walked in the room and saw her mother sitting by the window. As she bent down and kissed her on the cheek, she took her mother’s lifeless hand in hers. Outside Lola’s window, she saw the flowers staring back at her.

“You always loved those Perennial Hibiscus, didn’t you, Mother?”



BY Debbie Aycock Williams

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Lone Lilly

My little Lilly growing all alone

How smooth your velvet petal

One day your shining in your glory

Next day your almost gone





I love to see your soft delight

Your sense of dewey love

There is a freshness that dawns for me

In morning's early light

TRIBUTES TO THOSE WHO SERVED IN VIETNAM AND THOSE THAT DIED

VARIOUS PICS FROM VARIOUS PLACES IN MAGNOLIA

When you were my little sister
Sometimes I didn’t like you much
You were a brat, and ratted on me
When I thought I knew it all

Even though you got spanked
It was a fun ride huh?
Golf carts required no license
So why should that Barracuda?

I always wondered if the keys would
Ever be found
I didn’t tell you then cause
Besides being a brat you tattled

But then we grew up and went separate ways
You grew into a lovely young woman
You were still my little sister
But not the brat I once thought you were

We’ve shared many moments together
Stumbled and fell, yet never failed
To be there for each other
Sisters are that way

My prayer for you this special day
Is to see life come full circle
To know your worth is measured
In the kindness you bestow

We share that special bond
Only sisters can attest
To understand, not judge, just love
No matter how we fail

So be happy, enjoy the rain when you
Hoped the sun would shine
Change only if you want to
Sometimes roses bloom in winter.

By Debbie Aycock Williams 2008

I love you,
Happy Birthday

copyright 2008

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The leaves are gone and bare branches solicit the heavens The warm days are spent, lingering blades of grass Glisten from the morning frost Seeking absolution from their iniquities. Ensuing eradication wounds the external covering And when they have relented at last The hope of resurrection rests in the seed That was scattered long ago. By Debbie Aycock Williams copyright 2009

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Kathryn how do I describe the overwhelming pride you bring to my heart?
When I think back to that rainy night you were born until this very day that is
Filled with sunshine and happiness, accomplishments and expectations of what tomorrow holds, I remember a precious first grandchild, What excitement ensued.

From the time you pushed the front door open and went head over heals down the steps and we spent half the morning in the emergency room. Of course you were fine and I was a wreck. The hours we spent reading and playing will always be memories I cherish like no others. Memories of birthday parties, a scared little girl going into the operating room, Christmas and Easters at Granddaddy ‘s and Mama Kitten’s, vicious bathtubs, special times of doing nothing but being together. There are memories here: Toys you played with, books you read, notes you wrote and pictures you drew; Saved in a box with your name on it and They are all here in my heart, the same heart that is filled with love and pride for you Kathryn, For all you stand for, the caring, loving, kind woman you have become. You are one of God’s gifts to me. I love you.


Nana
written 2009 for her graduation 2010 Now that she has read this

in her yearbook, I can post it on my blog! I love you Kat!







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SPECIAL THOUGHTS FROM OTHERS

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As I walk through my garden I touch the tiny leaves
Of my lonely rose bush

It stands all alone, by itself
No other nearby

The hibiscus grow profuselThey entertain each other with colors of purple and white

And mix together as the wind blows
Back and forth

But my little lonely rose bush
Has no other to share its quiet beauty

Only the bees occasionally fly by
And my fingertips when I feel the velvet petal

Someday soon, I shall plant another rosebush
So my lonely rose won't stand alone

And when I no longer walk through the garden
My little rose won't miss my loving touch.


By Debbie Aycock Williams

Copyright 2007


I'VE DISCOVERED I DIDN'T KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE KEITH WHITLEY

TO MY THREE GROWN CHILDREN AND THIRTEEN GRANDCHILDREN I ALWAYS WANTED YOU TO

BUT MY KIDS ARE GROWN AND MY GRANDCHILDREN ARE GROWING UP,BUT STILL I LOVE YOU ALL SO VERY MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!