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
at

2 comments:

  1. Fátima PestanaOctober 31, 2013 at 2:34 PM

    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.

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  2. karen lyons kalmensonOctober 31, 2013 at 2:39 PM

    thank you so much, sweet and wonderful friend.

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

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