Fall Roses
Mother always loved roses
roses in the spring,
new colors
planted,
trimmed,
pruned,
wilted blossoms plucked away
new blooms
appearing
and
reappearing
carefully tended. . .
then fall. . .
the last blooms, saving some
drying them for winter
memories until spring.
5 comments:
so sweet! I love your writing! Do you ever see a rose without thinking of that darling lady? love her! love you too!
This is beautiful. Beautiful words. Beautiful grandma! We love her!
That is sweet and she is beautiful! What a great picture!
Roses definately are our mother!! Darling picture. You are such a great writer Lu...so fun to see you the other day!! Happy house building!! Love ya!
oh, so perfect! love her so much!
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