Her Yellow Rose
I had a great friend
growing roses her passion
one favorite bloom
deep yellow, its fragrance sweet-
growing by her sheltered seat
a fragile woman
joyful like her rose petals
her last breath foreseen
Near her headstone they planted
her yellow rose "Enchanted"...
4/10/13
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2013
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