I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')
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What a lovely gift to take with you as you moved about. A shame it had to die but roses in pots tend to do that. Maybe a current friend or old friend will give you another rose! At my wedding, I gave pots of miniature roses to the family members. That was 16 years ago and many of those roses are still alive and kicking (being planted at their homes). So the life of a rose is a happy thing whether it be one year or 50.
I like the fact that you cared enough to take that plant everywhere with you. That tells me a lot and would mean a lot to your friend. . The plant died with your friend perhaps sending you a message that this was happening.Very sad. You know, the fact that you tended to that plant for so many years because of its deep significance will not go unnoticed.Everything good that you do which really amounts to acts of love mean something and somehow will enrich your existence here on earth and elsewhere.
So nice that you took them with you as you moved! Must have been such a wonderful friend and such beautiful rose color- apricot. So sorry for your loss. What a beautiful poem.
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Remind me to never send you flowers, Rosemary! I love this poem!
ReplyDeleteIt seems almost like a sad destiny... so poignant to understand that the end might be near.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely gift to take with you as you moved about. A shame it had to die but roses in pots tend to do that. Maybe a current friend or old friend will give you another rose! At my wedding, I gave pots of miniature roses to the family members. That was 16 years ago and many of those roses are still alive and kicking (being planted at their homes). So the life of a rose is a happy thing whether it be one year or 50.
ReplyDeleteWhat a stunning piece - the last line - wow.
ReplyDeleteAwwww, but nice it bloomed faithfully for some years first. Apricot roses are very pretty.
ReplyDeleteOhhhhh. So sorry for your loss, Rosemary. That's my favorite shade of roses, too.
ReplyDeleteNothing can stop the circle of lives... or the willingness of the human heart to hold on to the memories.
ReplyDeleteThat is a beautiful shade of flower ~ I'm sorry to read about your friend Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteThe first thing I thought was the rose stopped flowering because the giver has passed. In either case condolences.
ReplyDeleteThat was the implication I intended.
DeleteOh dear... sorry for your loss.. but it must have been beautiful while it bloomed.
ReplyDeleteOh, sorry for your loss. Your poem is a lovely tribute both to the rose and to your friend.
ReplyDelete~Imelda
Interesting the "coincidence" of the rose's death with your friend's...sorry for your loss of both, Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely gift from a good friend.
ReplyDeleteI like the fact that you cared enough to take that plant everywhere with you. That tells me a lot and would mean a lot to your friend. . The plant died with your friend perhaps sending you a message that this was happening.Very sad. You know, the fact that you tended to that plant for so many years because of its deep significance will not go unnoticed.Everything good that you do which really amounts to acts of love mean something and somehow will enrich your existence here on earth and elsewhere.
ReplyDeleteYes, I believe that too.
DeleteSo nice that you took them with you as you moved! Must have been such a wonderful friend and such beautiful rose color- apricot. So sorry for your loss. What a beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteAs they say, gone but never forgotten. I also coax plants given as gifts into a long life but even a plant has an eventual finish line.
ReplyDeleteRosemary, this is so good. Strong symbolism with a punch in the last line.
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