Forgetting The Flowers Poem by Adrian Antique

rushed home to maybe save the day
forgetting where that bunch of white and crimson lay.
it needed no sound or word or sweet paper,
it's just my love story wrapped with rainbow shower.
yet someone waiting seemed to really long for it …
or maybe it's just me musing on my cold, cold feet.
so, i took to finding what i may have lost --
that cluster of blooms no matter what the cost
and found only what's left for me to see --
a thin red ribbon tied to an old forgotten key.
i looked around the house and to my great surprise
roses placed on things most meaningful to my eyes --
the bible beside my pillow, framed pictures of family...
pieces I've so cherished... even my favorite tree.
And when i thought all things i treasured already had a flower,
my beloved son came in with a smile, a tear, a shiver …
and taught me everything by embracing me forever:
love then is not always out there we so seek but already beside us, remember.

adrian barleta antique 12.1.21