Rosebud
I wanted to keep you alive,
in the small waterford bud vase
near our bed,
the one the minister spoke of,
on our wedding day.
There was always a rosebud in the vase,
you'de replace the dead one,
then I would,
we took turns,
the rose our rogue child,
that breathed a fragrance of the eternal bloom.....
and that night that you died,
I put two buds in the vase,
hoping that your parting was
no more than last nights dream.
Copyright © Kathryn Sweeney | Year Posted 2018
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