Grandfather Rose Poems

As a child, 
I loved to watch Grandpa build. 
His basement workshop, 
was filled with tools. 
Tools hanging on every wall, 
wood neatly stacked in...

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Written April 14, 2017


It's easy to fall in love
Even easier to break apart
I've been trying for six long years
To mend this broken heart

You used to...

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Cake Mix

On the way home, 
I stopped at the store. 
I bought a cake mix, 
yellow, as they were out of 
chocolate and white. 

Yellow...

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Please Say “Hi” to Rose


My childhood days were filled with love; so simple, and carefree, but none more so than those spent out on Gran...

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Choosing the right time for grafting is important
Around mid summer is the clue the sap inside if flowing
The bloom cycle which usually is in August...

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Grandfather's rose bushes


My grandfather loved his roses. He would care for them and ensure they survived the Winter. He was a story-teller and he loved...

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Potash and compost, tomatoes and rose,
Back in your greenhouse where everything grows.
The gurgle of water, filling the can,
To water my memories of holding your hand.

Prize-winning...

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Sitting working in my private room a grandfather clock ticks and tocks so very loudly,
Like a metronome tuned into my mind my eyes become heavy...

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I have found the treasure
that lies at the Rainbow's end;
surrounded by Sweet William, for-get-me knots,
and crimson shades of velvet rose.

Near the cottage of old where...

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