My Last Rose
While on a stroll in my windswept yard,
I searched for plants that weren’t hit too hard.
For rain, hail and winds stripped and cropped,
Dainty rose pedals till they dropped.
But then a sun ray shone down from the sky,
And something pink and shiny caught my eye.
I pushed back the fern and lifted a branch,
To see sparkly rain drops twinkle and dance,
Upon a single rose – spread in full blossom,
A delicate beauty – quietly awesome.
For nothing is quite as lovely or shines much brighter,
Than when frail life morphs into a damn good Fighter.
by Angelika Schwarz
More of my poems and short stories are available in my series: Brighten a Senior’s Day I, II, III.
Uplifting, entertaining and fun reading from the ages of 9 to 99.
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