Tuesday, September 7, 2010

the last rose of summer




so long ago
but, she can't forget
he cared

crying, rejected, alone
wanting to fit in
to belong

teased
"look, she still wears an undershirt"
the girl was flat chested
and didn't want that distinction

her daddy tried to console
"the last rose of summer is the most beautiful rose of all"
his caring comforted

so now she gathers
the last roses of summer
astounded by their beauty
always to remember
he cared



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2 comments:

S. Etole said...

the most beautiful rose of all ...

Laura said...

beautiful, beautiful rose. I wonder...aren't we all beautiful roses though? blooming in surrender to our own soul's fluid time scape?