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The Tenderest of the Roses

This rose stands alone
In the garden
Like a ballerina waiting on cue
For the sun to rise
So she may dance and sing and bloom
In full glory
Her blossom fully exposed
Her shyness hidden underneath
Her season is short
She will soon weep with early morning dew
As her petals fade away
So tender
Her desire only to please
The garden will sorely miss this tender heart
The gardener even more

Note: Inspired by Cherl Dunns poem of similar title.

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August 23, 2014 at 1:15 PM

(Cont. from previous comment) May we use the first 6 lines of your poem on the wall of her bedroom next to the sillouette of a ballerina? I will tuck the rest of the poem away deep in my files, hoping to never need to use them but knowing that there is a possibility that her life may be short. Thank-you for a beautiful poem that is perfect for Emma Rose!

August 23, 2014 at 1:13 PM

I was searching the internet for a quote on dancing/ballet. It had to be just the right quote because although my 9 year old daughter has the heart of a ballerina, she is in a wheelchair. I wanted the quote to reflect our belief that although she will never dance in this life, in the dawning of the ressurection and in the next life she will dance through the eternities. As I began reading your poem, it was perfect! Her middle name is Rose and she is a beautiful rose to us.

Robert Lindley

July 15, 2014 at 8:27 AM

My friend this tender write just slays the heart. Your inspired creation stands in a class by itself!!!

Arthur Vaso

July 19, 2014 at 9:49 PM

Robert you are way to kind, but I sure appreciate it!

Cherl Dunn

July 8, 2014 at 7:43 PM

So dearest Arthur where have you gone, I have not heard from you in a few days am a little worried. I wrote something special for you see if you can quess which poem is yours, cheri

Arthur Vaso

July 19, 2014 at 9:49 PM

Sorry sorry sorry, :) I will be over!!!!

Robert Nehls

July 8, 2014 at 5:07 AM

There is much to be seen in a rose, Arthur. Her pedals of life fall sweetly to the page and blend with the words of your poem. Very nice, my friend... Robert.

Arthur Vaso

July 19, 2014 at 9:48 PM

Thanks Robert, and I love gardens and flowers, I just read Kellys poem below, and well its also very very nice!

Kelly Deschler

July 7, 2014 at 9:39 PM

This poem is going onto my favorites list. Need I say more?.... This is truly a beautiful write, with just a hint of sadness to it. Wonderful, Arthur!.... You might like to read my poem titled, "Where The White Rose Blooms".

Arthur Vaso

July 19, 2014 at 9:40 PM

Kelly thank you so much, if even one person really enjoys a poem, then it sure makes me happy, so thank you for making me smile!

Cherl Dunn

July 7, 2014 at 7:38 PM

Hey Arthur I wrote a new one for you last night as promised lets see what you think. Thanks again for the one you wrote for me, or at least the one you said that I inspired. But I have a question about the soup, I just curious mind you but I noticed that the pictures of the writers have not changed over the past few days. Now before new people would show up on the board why has it not changed. cheri

Arthur Vaso

July 19, 2014 at 9:39 PM

Thanks Cherl, sorry again for being so late to respond!