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Note that most of the poems here are taken from my membership days as a poet at the PoetryBoard. It was a chatboard where we converse in poetry and hiakus. It was a real challenge because some of the members were really good. I've tried to put a name to the poems although there were many that I couldn't remember. Most do not have titles, as like I've said, they were our conversations and conversations do not come with titles. I've tried giving them one but still some are better without. : ) See if you can guess which ones were written by me.
The Single Rose

A single rose as sentinel stood
at the old woman's kitchen door
a reminder of the man she had loved
for sixty years plus four.

Their life together had been great joy
before he left her late last fall
she knew that next to his love for her
he had loved his roses best of all.

He had tended his roses with such loving care
like his children he had watched them grow
as each young bloom its promise filled
his eyes with pure pride would glow.

Through the kitchen window she'd watch him work
and a smile it would bring to her face
as she marveled at each beautiful rose
at each one's beauty and each ones' grace.

Each day he'd rise with the morning sun
at the day's awakening hour
to pick for her one perfect rose
one dew kissed beautiful flower.

She had found him there in his garden spot
the morning he had passed away
and in his hand was a single rose
the one chosen for her that day.

Each day now she walks to his resting place,
and lays a rose on his marker stone
she tells him how his garden fairs
and how she feels so all alone.

But this morning with the rising sun
she felt she could sleep no more
she made her way through the lonely house
through the kitchen to her back door.

And standing there waiting for her
in his old familiar pose
stood the man that she had loved so much
and in his hand was a single rose.

No fear she felt as she took his hand
it was happiness she felt once more
as side by side they walked a rose lined path
that led them both to Heaven's door

Faith Godbey
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