She Turned Into a Rose
It was such a long time ago,
but this childhood memory is still etched in my mind.
I remember the day she came to live with us,
my aunt, a young widow.
Everybody called her Rosy,
maybe because she had pink cheeks,
her real name I don’t remember.
My sister and I became her instant fans,
not because she was such a beautiful lady,
we adored her for she was so caring, so loving.
The reason I now understand,
she saw in us the dreams of her unborn children.
In the evening after she finished her chores,
she would tell us stories,
she heard from her soldier husband,
stories of the hostile lands he had gone,
of the battle he had fought and won.
We could see tiny drops of tear shine
in the corner of her pride-struck eyes.
As she told why the bold soldier didn’t return,
we noticed veneer of sad hue flushing her pink face.
In the gleam of the twilight hour,
her fragile face glowed like a blooming flower,
suffused with the crimson flash of the setting sun,
and aunt Rosy turned into a rose.
December 9, 2020
Contest : Story From Your Childhood
Sponsor : L Milton Hankins
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