I grow roses to remember
a beloved grandmother
the dreams of innocence
the blush of summer love
I grow roses to believe
that life has purpose
and time has no end
and love defies boundaries.
I grow roses to understand
that beauty and pain coexist
and life is about cycles
and simple things have great value.
(Linking up with Eugi’s Causerie, prompt: blush. Image from personal collection.)
I love this! My daughter’s middle name is Rose. 🙂 There is something sacred, mysterious, and powerful about a rose.
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There is! Thanks Julie.
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This is such a beautiful poem, V.J. Love truly has no boundaries. I feel the strong attachment to your grandmother. She has left you such a meaningful and loving legacy. ❤
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Thanks Olga, whenever I smell roses I think of her.
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I love this poem. Very beautiful.
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Thanks!
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Oh, how lovely. Your words are as beautiful as a soft pink rose.
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Thanks, Eugi!
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“that beauty and pain coexist” because sometimes we want the beauty without the pain, and other times we forget there is beauty, even though we only can see the pain ❤
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Yes! Very well articulated. Thanks, K.
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Always lovely.
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Thank you!
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Lovely poem and photo.
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Wow! My friend you have left me speechless with this one! Perfectly penned! ❤
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Thank you so much!
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You’re welcome! ❤
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Beautiful words, V.J.
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Thanks so much
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So very beautiful.
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Thanks Heather.
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Lovely, V.J.
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Thanks Jon
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This is beautiful and so poignant. It choked me up a bit. Tying all that together as you did – so well.
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You are my kindred sister. Roses just do it to me for some reason. Thank you.
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You’re most welcome. Same here. In my case, it’s the yellow ones. My grandmother’s favorite too. My great-grandmother also had all kinds of rose bushes in her yard.
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I love this poem!! It is exquisite. *sharing*
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Thanks Liz. Honoured.
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You’re most welcome, V.J.
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