Roses in June

Roses in June

A Poem by Beth


They say follow the stars,
but I prefer to
listen to silent heads
with my feet planted.
A child again, stuck
thorns in my thumbs.
They'll touch me if I bloom-
or wear patent shoes.
Guide me, flower
"Red for Stop-
Green for Go!"
When the petals drop-
I know it's time
for a new place,
to take up space
and grow. 
Peony rinse,
she's waiting-
in her chair
waiting to drop.
She's puckering up
and we embrace
in different shapes,
I'm bigger than her now.
So let me stop-
smell the roses
bury my face;
"Kiss your Grandma
 and a silent
"hello again".   

© 2019 Beth

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Added on June 14, 2019
Last Updated on June 15, 2019
Tags: grief, nature, childhood



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