ROSE

  

For my mother, Rose.

 

You’re not here today, but you are with me always.

 Your face is in my mirror.

 I talk to my child in your voice.

 My hands; veined now, are yours. 

I will never stop missing you.

 

Don’t let the bugs bite!

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11 thoughts on “ROSE

  1. This is at once very personal and yet universal, so well done on that. Nicely emotional and it works very well.

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