Kelli Egloff-Metzgar Poet I do not know?

The Dying Rose

I walked into the garden,
Picked a dying rose.
A few petals fell to the
ground
As I silently carried it home.
Once inside I filled a vase
with water.
I placed the rose inside, and
set it upon the table.
I sat and drank a cup
of tea
Thinking that maybe, the rose
would enjoy my company.
After a while, I turned in 
for the night.
In the morning when I
awoke,
I looked at the dying rose,
To my surprise, from my love...
                the rose began to bloom.

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Michael Smith November 21, 2011 at 7:13 AM Love transference. If were only so easy.

Shianna Metzgar June 12, 2009 at 2:45 PM i like this poem mom i love you love,shi

Jay Loveless June 10, 2009 at 10:13 AM i love this. great imagination and imagry. i can see this. beautiful thought. and perspective. if only we all had someone to share such love. so that we may bloom once again ourselfs. <3 -Boo