A sunset rose,

it touched me deep.

It still holds the sunlight in its petals

and the signs of the early spring.

The shades of pink are wilting a bit

and the petals are still the reminders

of the confident bud that it was.

Your love went deep into its roots

and it spoke...

It spoke of the bond between the planter and the plant.

And every time you watered the plant

you gave it the sign of recognition.

Some things of life are like tendrils.

Nurture them; nourish them;

though delicate, they make you strong.

March 31 2019