The stone was cracked
But the memory—
The memory of your love—
Remains intact!
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I sought to rend
My own life—
Your love saved me—
I’m on the mend!
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I found a way
To hang on
And sing a song
To the fading gray.
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You were a blue rose,
A mysterious beauty
That sanctified
This life I chose.
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You gave it to me
A gift, never too late
To appreciate—
To love this tree.
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Rommentary:
This poem was written after I mended the pictured stone, which was a memorial to my mother.
When my stepdad passed, other family members gave it to me. When the corner crumbled and fell away, my oldest daughter, who was very close to Mom, placed it back together with a worried frown, so I knew one day I’d need to reattach it, save it as long as I can.
As a student of comparative religion, I know it all stands for something, but I retain enough humility to know not what. Nevertheless, Mom was an angel on earth so I can only imagine she must keep company with them now that she’s shed the earthly shell, and the symbolism therefore still warms my heart.
In nature, so far as we know, there is no such thing as a blue rose. Different cultures have made it a legend, a rare and mysterious thing of beauty and grace. We should all be so fortunate as to encounter a person in our life, a living legend, a saint on earth.
I’m sure you can think of someone. This poem is for them too.
About the Creator
C. Rommial Butler
C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.
Comments (6)
I love these thoughts, your heart, and your vision
I'm so sorry that the stone started crumbling 🥺 Your poem was so beautiful. As for a saint on earth, to me, it was my grandma. Thank you so much for dedicating this poem for her too! ❤️❤️❤️❤️
What a sweet poem and I loved your explanation and that you made it for others as well.
Brilliantly expressed and loved it, C.!!!
Beautiful!!
My heart is in my mouth right now, Rommi! This is beautiful. The story behind it all...your love for your mother, the memorial stone and your sublime poem! Well done, sir!