A Rose is Still A Rose
Though twice removed from life-
your vital force first drained
and dried, now captured in shadow-
your beauty has not dimmed in my memory.
I know the very day you blossomed
at the tips of my child's fingers.
Every day is mother's day.
Harriet hosts Shadow Shot Sunday for which this was posted.
11 comments:
big smiles. gotta love those roses...mom
Lovely. For me, the first words ending with "captured in shadow" are so peaceful somehow.
So beautiful, Pauline.
that's made me smile on a happy day!!! steven
WOW! This is perfect and moving... love the pic too...
Really beautiful, Pauline!
Both photo and poem are steeped in the past, but vivid in the present as well. Nicely done, P.
What is remembered, lives.
Beautiful image, beautiful words. Thanks.
Something so simple filled with so much love.
At first I thought it was a bird! Lovely indeed!
Big sigh. That is perfection. What a beautiful way to capture the memory.
Cheers, jj
Brian - and even the shadows of roses ;)
gary - I am no photographer but now and then I do good
Thanks, Hilary :)
Steven - thank you, too :)
Thanks Dulce - I remember getting that rose!
Judith - how cool. I hadn't thought of it that way.
Reya - how true!
Tabor - oh yes!
Anne - on second glance, I saw that too!
JJ - thanks :)
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