Delicate Undertones
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Within my heart and soul, time stored a vision
of me clutching a fragrant white rose;
it had a sweet scent with delicate undertones
of wine, berry, plum, and cloves.
Its aroma, juxtaposed with the odor of death,
imprinted that alabaster rose upon my mind.
And I can still recall the sensual feel
of its velvet petals softly brushing my cheek,
evoking memories of Mom that bring
both a smile to my heart and tears to my eyes.
I had squeezed its thorns so hard,
that a trickle of scarlet drops silently
ran unnoticed down my trembling hand;
dripping off of my crimson fingertips.
And I placed that bleeding rose
on a mound of earth, focusing on its beauty;
as I said goodbye to an Angel,
the woman who bore me, my Mom.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2021
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