The other day
I got two roses
From a friend---
A BIG NICE
Dark red, opened-up-rose
"The last rose of summer,"
She said...
And tucked right under it
In the little vase,
Like a small bird
Under a mother's wing...
Resting nicely,
In its shadow
Was a tight little Bud.
The Big Rose
Is spread-out now
Doing its job,
And looking beautiful.
Sadly, it will be gone
In a few days...
"For the wind passeth
Over it...
And it is gone..."
But the little-bitty Bud
Is still under there,
Just hanging in...
With one little petal
slightly open...as if
It is peeking out
To check
On the world.
(Maybe dreading...)
It is as cute
As ever.
Tho' I'd like to
See you, grow up
My cute Friend---
And become prettier,
Here's my take:
"Stay in one piece
Little Bud...
Sheltered under
That Big One...
Just stay...
You will find
this world
A Tough Place."
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BY MIL
for D.V., Herself a Beautiful Rose.
11/13/13
Sent from my iPad
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