Every rose I knew died peacefully, In the stillness of the room Or indeed the buzzing gem garden And rottened and was excluded And thrown away, unwanted and unneeded.
But the rose of her heart has deep roots, Never shallow, that absorb water to live, To flourish and bring joy to your eye. Although its leaves may be covered brown, Be cut off in suffering She will bring the new foliage on, in hope, Like Ceres - her love is deep
And knowing this and knowing the untruth My throat hardens when she calls my name. With pretended smile I always answer In hope the right time comes To reveal the spider web And the flies caught within it.
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
I was inspired to write this poem after countless misunderstandings with my dearest mother in which we were both equally wrong. The thorny way of life and sudden changes gave rise to the rose that in second stanza becomes a symbol of mothers love. No matter how much I have meaninglessly hurt her she was always there and always is... The third stanza refers rather to things that remained unsaid still awaiting to be mentioned.
moonontideSydney, New South Wales AustraliaAug 4, 2011
Wow!!! When we can see our parents for who they and not what we may expect them to be and love them anyway. Wow!!!We all have two sides to our coun.This is a wonderful poem of depth. You have this.
BilliegirlNotre-dame de la Salette, Quebec CanadaAug 4, 2011
Very nice write I especially liked your comment about your mother got a little chock up.
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I especially liked your comment about your mother
got a little chock up.
Hope you will be writting more