she placed the rose carefully
into an onyx vase
a sprig of fern and greenery
would add a final grace
all other testament was mute
behind her brimming eye
only I could read her thought
a silent last good-bye
still I may speak no more to say
oh do not weep for me
I'll take the rose as if a kiss
my soul at last is free
What a sublime fairwell from a departing soul! A poetical monument!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A golden good bye that is as radient ss a rose!
Thanks Howard. I appreciate you reading and commenting so positively.