Vallerie Lobell


I Stopped and Smelled the Roses


I stopped and smelled the roses,
I had always heard to do so,
I once enjoyed their fragrance,
Each day we watched them grow,

Tropicanas they were, reaching for the sun,
Brightened up the walkway to your door,
I know it's not the roses fault,
But I don't like them anymore,

Each time I see roses now,
It reminds me of your face,
I have to stop and tell myself.
You're in a better place,

I am losing my sense of reason now,
You're gone and yet they thrive,
Coming to hate a favored flower,
Your passing I can't survive,

They stand strong and growing ever taller,
Like everything's still the same,
How dare they continue to blossom and grow,
How dare they whisper your name,

I stopped and smelled the roses,
But what good did it do?
Although I did that one thing right,
I still had to say goodbye to you,

Submitted: Friday, April 27, 2007
Edited: Saturday, February 19, 2011

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  • Rookie Asma Bahrainwala (4/27/2007 4:59:00 AM)

    its a beautiful poem, Vallerie...
    the presence of things associated with one's past can indeed make one nostalgic...and the feeling lingers...

    Asma... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie David Taylor (4/27/2007 4:53:00 AM)

    Very well expressed, scents can be such a strong association with memory.Best Wishes, David (Report) Reply

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