There’s a flower in my garden
That reminds me of life’s beauty.
It’s a black rose
Unique, it’s rich colour fascinates me.
It’s in bloom today
And this year is forming so beautifully.
It’s an old rose
Rescued from my grandmothers
When the old house was sold.
My dad’s only requirement when I
Started on the garden
Was to not kill the rose.
So I prune it in July, I feed it, deadhead it
I make sure it’s as healthy as it can be.
Its aroma is of Turkish Delight
Its texture so velvet like.
So often now days
It reminds me of you.
Rich in character
So beautiful to behold.
I share its blooms with you.
You understand the beauty that is you and I
Reflected in the stunning richness
That is us.
Written for: http://dversepoets.com/2016/03/17/openlinknight-168/
Morpethroad 
Isn’t it amazing to see roses die by winter and by spring, it blooms so beautifully ~ Love that the old rose is still there, blooming with a rich color, and reflecting the goodness of both the giver and the beloved ~ Thanks for joining us for OLN Michael ~
Hi Grace, thanks for that beautiful comment, and as always my pleasure being able to participate.
You too see the beauty that is you and I
Reflected in the stunning richness
That is us.
Love the imagery 🙂
Beautifully executed.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Thanks Sanaa, lovely seeing you stop by…have a good day..
Yes the old carefully tended rose certainly says it all and you have rendered that beautifully here…
With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
Thank you Scott appreciate you stopping by.
How wonderful to compare the beauty of an old, cherished rose bush to that of an aging loved one. Like the plant, love needs that constant care.
It certainly does Victoria and so often a pleasure to be giving it..
What a treasure! A gardener of memories.
Thank you so much and yes that my garden is…
A poem for the senses, for sure. Wonderful descriptions of the texture, the smell, the beauty of the heirloom rose! I enjoyed this very much.
Thank you so much, so pleased you did. have a good day/evening..
I find it amazing how the best of roses can be kept and be the keeper of memories.. Sometimes when you visit an old abonded house you find an old rose being the only living thing that stays.
Yes Bjorn they are super hardy plants….thanks so much for stopping by…
I love roses–especially red roses, which can have the most beautiful heady perfume. Sadly, my poor little rose has been brought close to death so many times. It has very little perfume and doesn’t look much as roses go, yet I keep pruning it and feeding it because my little grandson and granddaughter gave it to me for mother’s day a couple of years ago.
Well it will survive Lyn keep looking after it.
Roses repay their care a thousandfold.
They certainly do Viv. Thanks so much for your comment..
“It reminds me so much of you./Rich in character
So beautiful to behold/I share my blooms with you
You too see the beauty that is you and I
Reflected in the stunning richness
That is us.”
This poem written about your relationship with your special friend possesses the qualities of old roses: strength and elegance; grace; uniqueness; and the patina of gentle love.
Thank you so much for your lovely comment.
The sentiment is rich and the language makes the image visible. Nice metaphor for a relationship.
Thanks so much Gay.
Perfect…
Thank you.
A Rose Online..
certainly a Love
far beyond
the first
and last
teXt of E-Life..:)
Something to be treasured…thanks for stopping by.
sMiLes..welcome.. Friend..:)