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The Rose



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© Shell W. photo and poem

The Rose

Supplies used: tcs_spiral bound; AWI_PortraitOfLove_Paper_Special; my own photo and poem

I wrote this poem at age 16 about the rose I saw leaning against my parents' house porch railing. On a cold and drizzly day in October, I visited that house for the last time when my parents were divorcing. I was just 9, and knew things were changing forever; but the image of the rose stuck with me. The photo used is one I took with my cell phone this past summer at my home.

The rose blooms still
The flower stays with all will
It is mid-October
Yet it still says, “Hello, sir”
As the rain pours
As the bird soars
My family falls apart
The rose stays with all heart
The rose says there is hope
The rose says do not mope
Remembering the rose
I remember to lose no faith



    Love how you have taken the colour photo and made it an entry into the journal book like that. Very effective! Thanks for sharing your poem with us.
    Wonderful LO. I am a rose person, so I was really drawn to it. I love that you made the rose photo a page in the book. Love the poem too.
    Thanks ladies. I absolutely love roses, especially red ones.