Constance La France Poet Verse

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


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May 11, 2014

Poetry/Verse/Holding a wilting red rose
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Robert Lindley October 15, 2014 at 9:46 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 October 21, 2014 at 2:17 PM Robert, thanks so much for your encouraging words, I have been told I do melancholy very well ~~

Lucilla Carrillo May 29, 2014 at 8:28 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 October 21, 2014 at 2:18 PM Thank you

James Fraser May 22, 2014 at 3:34 PM I'm always amazed poems with Roses in them, and this is no exception. A joy to read <*> James :) Constance La France October 21, 2014 at 2:19 PM James, thanks so much for visiting my poetry ~~

Nette Onclaud May 12, 2014 at 10:58 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 October 21, 2014 at 2:20 PM Thanks nette ~~

Sara Kendrick May 12, 2014 at 6:28 AM Very sentimental for Mother's Day..Enjoyed reading this one today..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara Constance La France October 21, 2014 at 2:20 PM Thanks so much Sara ~~

Andrea Dietrich May 11, 2014 at 11:55 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 October 21, 2014 at 2:21 PM Thanks Andrea, O I am so late on responding ~~

Jack Horne May 11, 2014 at 6:02 PM beautiful write for your dear mom, my friend. Sending you love and a hug xx Constance La France October 21, 2014 at 2:22 PM Thanks Jack

Tim Smith May 11, 2014 at 5:32 PM How sad...Your beautiful pen has brought me tears...The love for a Mother is like no other....hugs Tim Constance La France October 21, 2014 at 2:23 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 ~~