Dad liken these tulips ... to chirping chicks waiting to be fed ...

Last year  ... when my family was to ring,
That Dad was not going to make the Spring
He was to make a temporary recovery
Which meant that we had .... extra precious time
In this glorious clime.

Spending it among Mum's garden glories
Dad telling his stories
During  the solace and silence too ...
Whilst sat awhile in the shade ... he said 

'These tulips look like chirping chicks waiting to be fed'.