Always There

Rose

she received them when she graduated
a celebration
the valentine’s days of the past
sometimes, “just because”

placed on her bedside when you were born
the celebration of life
natural, sweet perfume that permeated
the sterile, clinical, unwelcome feeling

roses were always beautiful
even when they were dried
for her artistic endeavors

they were placed on the wreath
to celebrate her life
and placed over her as she lay to rest
life, love, happiness, and death

the roses
were always there

 

Pic: Taken by me, Peggy Rockefeller Rose Garden at New York Botanical Gardens – Bronx, NY

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