My MamaJo (Grandmother) and my Mama loved roses too. I guess most women do. The beauty of nature is in a rose. The fragrance, the color, the intense pleasure is all there for the taking. My Lady Banks is a thornless climbing rose that explodes in yellow clusters of small blossoms. Although it only blooms usually in March and into April it is a sight worth seeing. The Don Juan rose fragrance is by all means the richest of my roses.
The Rose
A single rose
Given by one to another
A single rose
Be it a friend, sister, or lover
A single rose
So good and pure
A single rose
May be the cure
A single rose
May dry the tears
A single rose
Wipes away the fears
A single rose
Represents many things
A single rose
To a memory, it clings
And if, by chance, that memory is bad
A single rose
Can seem so sad
But if, with luck, the memory is good
The rose stands proud
As it should.
Given by one to another
A single rose
Be it a friend, sister, or lover
A single rose
So good and pure
A single rose
May be the cure
A single rose
May dry the tears
A single rose
Wipes away the fears
A single rose
Represents many things
A single rose
To a memory, it clings
And if, by chance, that memory is bad
A single rose
Can seem so sad
But if, with luck, the memory is good
The rose stands proud
As it should.
Calysta Rose Anderson
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