A Rose Uprooted
by Helga Ross
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Rated "G" by the Author.
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A rose uprooted is still a rose...
A lively lady in her twilight years;
tireless caregiver, true volunteer;
her older memories closer so she nears
to linger there and live for loved ones here.
A girl nineteen torn of kith and country
like a Peace Rose, (born of worst of wars known),
clothes on her back, a rucksack, and hungry,
a hunk of bread and the hope the young own.
“Feed my sheep”* was the creed to fuel a life
a walking wounded and a world apart,
and fashioned her a Fifties working wife--
freed by need--and a harder life, with heart.
To live with grace and be kind to others;
the road she took, the role she chose--Mother's.
© Helga Ross 2006
* John.21: 16-17
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|Reviewed by Only A Poet
|a very touching write, well penned and enjoyed.|
|Reviewed by Robin Ouzman Hislop
|hi helga a tender & perceptive write tho framed in a certain worldy weariness imo, worthy struggle is worthwhile, resignation to ones fate
still the poem bears all that trauma & passion, as usual, expertly rendered saludos
|Reviewed by J M
|Reviewed by Ian Thorpe
|Some powerful images in there Helg.
|Reviewed by Sue Hess
|a wonderful tribute|
|Reviewed by F William Broome
|The Rose must often leave its garden to be appreciated and bring beauty into drab lives. You've penned well "Mother's" blosoming into a great new citizen of a fresh world, and you've done yourself proud. Congrats. This is a sweet read to start the day.
|Reviewed by firstname.lastname@example.org Bennett
|This is beautiful and it s inded a blessing to have or be able to write about such a woman of greatness. God bless you both.|