With inspiration from Christine I post the Rose;
The Rose
The rose will wither in the days to come
However, not the memories of where it is from.
In a vase stands tall your rose.
When it dies, I will find a book
To press its Memory for a later look,
your
Precious rose will never die,
To live on, a feast for
Someone’ else’s eyes.
Written by Charles Garcia
2006
Charles Garcia
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rose-11/
