The Last Bud Open Poem by Chris Embrick

My tears were hidden in tight buds
the warmth of Spring would not release
I watched the fading of your flower
Your dying left no room for peace

So with grief, I let life wither
alone, no love to end the strife
then on my heart a healing shower
the memories that we shared in life

Day after day a new bud opened
released a tear from heartache's past
now in my soul, a rose-scented bower
the sweetest rose to bloom the last.