Friday, July 4, 2014

The rose

Today I went and bought you this
The child said, holding between
thumb and index
a carefully, perfectly red rose
I've been carrying this, he paused
I hope it arrived safely,
just for your eyes to see
Mama, hold it
smell it. Please don't let it die
feed it water. feed it love, he implored
and ran into the evening sun.
Mama smiled as she held the rose,
smelt it, felt it and fed it water drenched kisses,
the red, nylon and plastic rose.

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