A Rose by Any Other Name

Three short months, a subtle spark—

He was enamored, she intrigued,

A lovely trip, a light reprieve,

Where would this lead?

Wine country – a beautiful escape

They smashed the grapes

And danced through the vines

Under golden evening skies,

The California sunsets arise

Ordered a light bottle of wine …

Holding two glasses in one hand

He poured two simple pours –

Then lifted their glasses.

A toast to romance, a quiet vow,

A rose rosé rose …

Back at home, a year flew by—

Philly nights and city lights,

Some days mundane, some sweet joys.

They strolled along the river one night.

The bustling city blurred away—

He led her toward the harbor bay.

They walked along the river,

The city bustling by,

Rounded the corner,

Stopping to look at the night sky.

A boat arrived— “Step in,” he said.

She was surprised (but obliged).

Once sailing smoothly beneath the stars,

He got on one knee—

“Will you spend the rest of your days with me?”

A deep magenta bloom in hand,

Attached to the stem—a glowing diamond on the band—

A rose rose rose …

anew.

She said yes (of course).

A whirlwind of love began—

The planning and celebrations,

The night of her dreams,

Spinning on the dance floor,

A future unseen.

A honeymoon so sweet,

A night so full,

Nine months later—

It was a girl …

“We should name her Rose,

We’ll call her Rosie.”

At 3:33am, blushing pink,

The doctor lifted her up

To their hands—

a rose Rose rose…