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:

Fátima Pestana 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 a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings