Roses ...

It is known, in my circle of friends, that
roses
are my favorite blossom ...

What a delight
these pink roses have been
as they sweetly adorn my table.
They smile at me each morning,
they nod courteously in the afternoon,
and they whisper
"good evening madam"
before I retire ...

They know their time is short,
and while they are here,
they share the sweetest fragrance,
the brightest hues,
a graceful silence, and a silken touch ...

To be as the rose,
is to be a blessing to those in whose hearts we are momentarily placed ...

L.J.W.