My dear friends had a hard, sad year that included losing jobs and finally their home. They had a wonderful rosebush that smelled just like Dr. Pepper. It came from his Granny's place and together we vowed we would move it if they ever moved....it didn't happen. In the sorrow, it was never transplanted. Sometimes I drive by their old house just to see it.
Look and smell exclaimed my friend
Lowering with eyes closed
I inhaled the intoxicating smell
of the peach-pink velvet
So odd that it registered
as a soft drink
Years later I wonder on sad days
Days of looking for sweetness
Why didn’t you take it with you?
goodness dug out