Their colors brought infinite joy as they were cared for with pride
The thorns did not lesson their beauty; not one delicate petal was denied
Red velvet symbolized eternal love forever nested in their hearts
Carrying them on a cloud of nine so they could almost touch the stars
Their presence, bending towards the sun, bestowed radiance to the hours
The fragility of their petals revealed true beauty in these flowers
The elegance of their appeal interlaced in the fabric of their love
Now pure white roses hold true an enduring devotion in Heaven above
Lauren Scott August 2017 –
In honor of my parents
who are together again 💕
(Photo: Google)
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beautiful worded, dear Lauren.. love and hugs from across the creek
Thanks so much, Francina! Love and hugs to you, too, from across the pond. 🙂
LIKE A ROSE
At birth we arose
Grew, blossomed, weathered, withered
And in death arose
Thanks for the beautiful addition, Ben…
I am grateful for the inspiration, Lauren. I was hoping it would find a resonance with you, your recent loss and the meaning of your touching poem. Hoping you are coping OK.
Ahh, thanks, Ben, and it surely did resonate with me, perfectly. I’m doing okay. He lived in so. CA, so I visited him several times a year, but didn’t see him all the time. However, we talked every night. So there are occasional teary moments when I remember that I can’t call him to hear his voice. 😦 I’m waiting for time to heal. Thanks so much…
Blessings.
The elegance of their appeal interlaced in the fabric of their love
artful imagery
Thanks very much, Carl. My parents loved their roses, so when Dad passed, these words came easier than usual for me…
That is very touching.
Thanks, Binky! Their garden was their treasure, and I soon became inspired…
A meaningful tribute. Warm, and with promises of eternity.
Peace and hugz,
Eric
Aww, thanks, Eric. You said it well…”with promises of eternity.”
Have a good day and hugs back…
What a beautiful photo illustration of your poem.
Thanks so much, Ian. Their garden, especially the roses, meant a lot to them. They tended their flowers with love and care, and so inspiration came to me…
Tender beautiful rose picture and a moving poem. Warmest wishes. xx
Thanks very much, Annika, for your lovely comment. ❤
Oh, Lauren, what a beautiful and touching tribute to your parents! Love and hugs.
Thanks, Michelle! I’ll always remember my parents’ rose garden and how much tender loving care they put into it. Just one of the many precious memories. 💕
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So sweet and touching.
Thanks so much, Charlotte! ❤️
Your words, as the delicate white rose, purest of beauty. I have always loved the rose. Wonderful words, Lauren.
Thanks so much, Don, for your beautiful comment. When my Dad passed it seemed writing inspiration came in abundance, and I’m sure there are more words yet to come. I wish you a great start to your week. Take care…
For the writer, the poet, some of the most powerfully connective words have flowed out of the sadness of loss. I find it quite cathartic to write in the wake of painful loss or disruption in my life.
So eloquently said, Don, thank you. Not all written words, whether they be poems or stories, are full of joy. Sadness inspired me and I know my parents are watching over and smiling.