6 roses

One rose for memory, blasting music in our old Camry. 

Your smile, lighting up with blankets of red hair. 

Blazing on the 101, freedom bright in the air. 

A second rose, for dreams. 

I see you every night. 

How I miss you, how I love you. 

I dare to think you truly hear me. 

A third rose to a friend. 

My best one, I'm alone now. 

Gifted with strength. 

I roam with memories.

Warm in its lonely place. 

A fourth for honesty. 

Everything I know, 

Was a gift From you. 

A fifth, for everything you've missed.

 New girl, new Year. 

Long hair, though still blowing smoke in the air. 

A sixth and final rose, for your birthday. 

Sappy little poems, can cement what I'm attempting to say. 

I love you and that can't be taken away. 

Your memory will never tarnish. 

Blossoming everyday, In your honor. 

I will always remain. 

Happy birthday. 

You quirky, funny, little redhead. 

Wherever you may be. 

You will always be my best friend. 

I love you, mom. 

Author's Note

A tribute for my mother.

Reviews

[Marie]

That's very nice. I love roses. I'll bet your mother does too.