The Life of a Rose

 

The Life of a Rose

by Trudy A. Martinez

The beauty of a rose is seen at its’ fullest.

The beauty of a life is seen at its’ end.

A pedal sings of its’ beauty

Through the touch of a hand,

Through the sniff of a nose,

A unique softness,

A sweet smell,

With a mere glimpse a haven unveils,

The beauty of a life is seen at its’ end.

Tales spring forth at the close,

Though a memory deposed,

Bringing forth an inter-beauty,

Touching,

And caressing our soul,

Revealing a purpose,

As a departed lives on,

Conveying an ultimate plan,

The beauty of life begins again.

For a life at its’ fullest lives on in our hearts at the end.

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About gramatrudy

BA degree in English with a single subject certification 1994 I enjoy writing, art (all forms), quilting, sewing, embroidery, photography (still and video), and most of all, my grandchildren.
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2 Responses to The Life of a Rose

  1. Annette says:

    beautiful!

  2. Pingback: The Life of a Rose | Grama's space bubble

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