I am reposting this poem and illustration – adding a painting of my mom’s, which I had never seen before last night. It is so very different from mine; I even think it fits my poem better.
And before the month is out, I just had to post something from June!
Find me a yellow rose
In bud and blossom
and withering too;
Give me its thorny prose
needing tears and sun
with nothing to do.
Leave me its secret blush
hiding love and loss
and dried up hope;
Compare me to its hush
speaking true and false
with a heart to cope.
There in the garden
to live without picking;
red rose to pardon
that drinks without sipping.
Copyright 2013 by Diane’s mom, June
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Published on June 29, 2013 16:11