A Dozen Roses

This free form poem was written just after I discovered that my grandfather has cancer. I know nothing of his true condition yet, but the distant thought that we might lose him has now become a close reality. Grandpa, I love you.

These roses are from my garden.

I helped them grow and bloom.

If I could I would send them to you.

But they would fade before you saw.

So, I have taken pictures of them,

and placed them up high.

The pictures will last a lifetime.

And forever speak their thousand words.

They will say that all the effort

Was worth every cut I took

Every branch carefully pruned,

Every hour spent weeding the beds

All of it is there constantly whispered,

Just waiting for someone to hear.

All of it amounts to this:

These roses are for you.

They come from my heart

Not from a garden,

Their colors radiate my sentiments.

They tell the world that I love you.