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Holding a Wilting Red Rose

I carried it on my lap all the way to you, The bus ride was so long, so long, Mom; Lost in old memories of you and me, together, I just looked out the window all the way. Holding a wilting red rose ~ The gate of the cemetery creaked as usual, The path filled with many crumbling leaves; Cool wind took my long raven hair blowing it back, I felt my tears falling as I neared your tomb. Holding a wilting red rose ~ I stood for a long time with my eyes closed, The words carved in stone and in my heart; Feeling the pride of a daughter for a wonderful Mom, I fell to my knees weeping for what is lost. Holding a wilting red rose ~ Then at last I rose and dried the forever tears, I touched the words carved on your cold tomb; And retraced my steps down the path, closing the gate, I boarded the bus and was soon lost in thought. Holding a wilting red rose ~ . . . . . still ________________________________ May 11, 2014 Poetry/Verse/Holding a wilting red rose Copyright Protected, ID 05-565-847-11 All Rights Reserved, 2014, Constance La France

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Robert Lindley

Date: 10/15/2014 9:46:00 AM

So rare for me to find two gems to save from a poet's writes on the same morn. This jewel I choose to save too!! As it equally matches the first one in quality and talent displayed. Bravoooooooooooooo!!!!! Super 7......

Constance La France
Date: 10/21/2014 2:17:00 PM

Robert, thanks so much for your encouraging words, I have been told I do melancholy very well ~~

Lucilla Carrillo

Date: 5/29/2014 8:28:00 PM

This is an awesome poem showing a daughter's love for her Mother, through a wilting red rose.. I too lost both of my moms. Thanks for sharing this heartfelt poem. Blessings always... Lucilla

Constance La France
Date: 10/21/2014 2:18:00 PM

Thank you

James Fraser

Date: 5/22/2014 3:34:00 PM

I'm always amazed poems with Roses in them, and this is no exception. A joy to read <*> James :)

Constance La France
Date: 10/21/2014 2:19:00 PM

James, thanks so much for visiting my poetry ~~

Nette Onclaud

Date: 5/12/2014 10:58:00 AM

constance, i love expression of loneliness love, and the rose wilting... you are a league on your own.. thanks for coming around.. i owe you a long soupie.. love and huggs

Constance La France
Date: 10/21/2014 2:20:00 PM

Thanks nette ~~

Sara Kendrick

Date: 5/12/2014 6:28:00 AM

Very sentimental for Mother's Day..Enjoyed reading this one today..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara

Constance La France
Date: 10/21/2014 2:20:00 PM

Thanks so much Sara ~~

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/11/2014 11:55:00 PM

the last word, so poignant, constance. Thanks so much for commenting to me today so I would come and see your recent post. Sure do miss you here at Soup. I don't know if you come often but it's always a pleasure to see you here.

Constance La France
Date: 10/21/2014 2:21:00 PM

Thanks Andrea, O I am so late on responding ~~

Jack Horne

Date: 5/11/2014 6:02:00 PM

beautiful write for your dear mom, my friend. Sending you love and a hug xx

Constance La France
Date: 10/21/2014 2:22:00 PM

Thanks Jack

Tim Smith

Date: 5/11/2014 5:32:00 PM

How sad...Your beautiful pen has brought me tears...The love for a Mother is like no other....hugs Tim

Constance La France
Date: 10/21/2014 2:23:00 PM

Tim thanks for your lovely comment, I used to ask myself when will I get over the grief and I now know the answer, never ~~