'Within Every Rose Bud' Poem by Linda Winchell

Within every blooming rose bud,
Blooms there memories of you and me,
A time that seems now so long forgotten,
Of how in love…the two of us use to be.

Roses were your favorite of flowers,
So I’ve planted a variety… just in memory of you,
I know you’ve gone now to be with “Our Lord”
So with each rose planted… they will always remind me of that time between us two.

Their brilliant colors of red, yellow and white,
Were those colors you loved the best,
You would tend to them as if they were a lover,
And forget about tending all the rest.

Fed them the best of nutrients…that money could ever buy,
And dusted all their leaves… with only the best of pesticides.

So every time I go and cut a bunch of them,
To grace its place on my kitchen table,
I will remind me of those good times we had together,
Those days of long ago… when our love was able.

By: Linda Winchell

***For my dear friend.