Drops of Color/ Paper Roses
Drops of Color
Paper Roses
I planted thee
a rose garden…
Paper, though it be.
If you close your eyes
and slowly breathe inward,
the scent of the flowers’
sweet perfume
fills your nostrils.
I remember your
garden of roses.
I would listen
from a distance
as you clipped
and trimmed.
A love song
you would hum
as the hot sun
blanketed your back
and the roses
unfolded
each and every petal.
Knowing, yes
somehow knowing,
you were
singing a ballad
for them.
You are no longer
here
and yet,
here you are in
this paper
rose garden.
Now…
I close my yes—
teardrops of tiny
petals
lace my cheeks.
And, smiling~~~
my heart beating
softly
knowing you are
not gone.
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