Kindred Spirits
“You, of course, are a rose– But were always a rose.” – Robert Frost
For my mother, the one who laughed and sang and danced with me... and loved me, though I didn't deserve it. My mother was so like a rose, beautiful and hearty, resilient and unique, and truly one of a kind.
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I spy a pink rose
And my mind dips down
Into the pit of my very soul
The echo of you
Is in each new bud
In the wind and the sky and the road.
The song of you will
Live in me
Even when I’ve been long gone
For your life will not
Have been in vain
But will meet with me at dawn.
For you are the love
That does not fade
Like the pink of this new rose
And the love that dams
Me in by fate
That will hold off all my woes
I love you now
As I will do ever
Even if you did go home
And know that I
Will love you still
When I've left this skin and bone
Then you and I
Will be as we were
The two who are no more
With no pain to bear
Just the you and the me
That we had in the days of yore
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Veronica Coldiron
I'm a mild-mannered project accountant by day, a free-spirited writer, artist, singer/songwriter the rest of the time. Let's subscribe to each other! I'm excited to be in a community of writers and I'm looking forward to making friends!
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Comments (13)
Awesome tribute, nice piece of work my friend 😊
Wow, you did this with 4 letter words. Impressive and wonderful tribute to your momma. She sure is proud, walking by your side.
So beautiful and poignant, Veronica! 💕🙂
Beautiful comparison!!! Loved this!!!
Wow, I love everything about this. The comparison of your mother to a rose, and the memory a rose triggers. I especially love your outlook on the afterlife. How you said she went “home” and you’ll be reunited someday, free of pain. It made me think of how roses can only survive in summer, so home is that eternal garden. Very spiritual and beautiful.
sadly beautiful and a lovely tribute.
A lovely tribute! Of particular interest to me was the use of the word "dams" in this context. I took it, minus the "n", to indicate holding back the roaring waters of emotional grief, yet finding, as we so often do, the paradox: that in the exploration of our pain we discover a love unperishable which is our salvation. It inspired in me memories of reservoirs I have visited, surrounded by beautiful stretches of land, where butterflies and humans thrive together, living examples of human ingenuity leaving sanctity and sanctuary intact for a change!
Lovely and a tribute to her
Such a beautiful poem for your mom! Gotta agree with Lamar, it flowed so well despite the restrictions!
I love the loyalty in this one. ‘When I've left this skin and bone’ is beautifully heartfelt.
That felt so good. It flowed so well that I didn’t notice the four word restraint. Excellent entry, Veronica.
Wow, incredible and so touching ❤️
Beautiful 💖📝😉