Buying Roses From Miss Rose
A smile sneaks its way into my brain right now,
as a snapshot of that drizzly eve flashes by...
Buying roses from you, dear Miss Rose
and I am humbled again by you.
It's been a while since I last bought those mums from you.
But ah, you remembered me.
You did, just when I thought I was forgettable.
A dozen fuchsia roses this time,
and I asked for some asters....
You said you didn't have any
but Oh!
What is this?
...Extra lilies for me?
Humbled and touched I am.
You said it was my Christmas present...
To receive something from somebody
who has lost much,experienced flooding
over the holidays...
It's like a soft quilt wrapping 'round me
on a rainy, rainy, gray day
Another 312 seconds of lightness times 10
as it has been 10 days, and yet,
your gesture still lifts my spirits.
Another dewdrop from you, Miss Rose.
...another dewdrop that I string in this
broken heartlace of mine
Thank you.
Copyright © Kaye S- | Year Posted 2013
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