Thursday, October 31, 2013

remember me as a rose...for my mother

remember me as a rose,
she quietly said,
as she lay her head down
on her bed.
remember me when my
petals were bright,
not weak and falling
into the night.
remember me
full of color and sound.
at times not easy
to be around.
remember me as i
try to remember myself.
now the darkness approaches,
no longer in stealth.
up the street, still holding on

2 comments:

Maria de Fátima e JorgePestana said...

SO BEAUTIFUL AND TOUCHING, NOW YOU MADE ME CRY.
NEVER GIVE UP TALKING TO HER, AND SAYING HOW MUCH YOU LOVE HER.
EVEN IF YOU ARE NOT SURE MAYBE SHE WILL LISTEN TO YOU.
I WISH I COULD BE THERE, MY DEAR, GIVING YOU MY SUPPORT AND MY THERAPY.
BE STRONG, BE WELL AS MUCH AS YOU CAN.
LOVE YOU, ALWAYS.

karen lyons kalmenson said...

thank you so much, sweet and wonderful friend.

i feel your healing over the miles, and it rocks!!!!!

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i am older than dirt and proud of it!!!! i have managed to incorporate my eternal 60's nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga, the beach, waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. i have added sketching, watercolor painting, and photography to my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from living with a chronic illness, i have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance. P.S. all painting, poems and photographs are my originals karen Lyons kalmenson