Delicate Undertones
Deep in my heart and soul, time etched a vision
of me clutching a fragrant white rose:
wafting a fresh scent, with delicate undertones
of wine, berry, plum, and cloves.
Its uplifting aroma, juxtaposed by the weight of Death,
imprinted the purity of that rose upon my mind.
And I can still recall the sensual feel
of its velvet petals softly brushing my cheek,
evoking memories of my Mom:
that brings a smile to my heart and tears to my eyes.
At her funeral, I had squeezed its thorns so hard,
that a trickle of scarlet drops silently
ran unnoticed, down my trembling hand;
dripping off my crimson fingertips.
And as I placed that bloodstained rose
on a mound of earth, focusing on its beauty,
I said goodbye to an Angel
who loved me: my Mom.
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