the garden is bare now and the buds are all gone
dried up and wilted...bared to their bones
fragile poor petals...with your life all drained
consumed in disaster...no love left to gain
gone in a minute when time lost the spark
of beauty in living with the beat of a heart
painful and lonely the last breath a chore
hurting from loss and beautiful no more
life in the details was worth the feed
when smiles were all sparkling...gone is the seed
poor little rosebud where did you go...
why did you die when you loved living so?
I wrote this for a beautiful friend who recently lost her battle to cancer.
With this poem somehow she is immortal now.
Oh! how fragile life is, in youth and health we don't even think about it. But really every day is a gift. What a beautiful tribute to your lost friend. She will live forever in your heart and in this poem. Sorry for your loss. Pierre.
An incredible memorial to your friend Susan. I related so much for two reasons: 1)I had cancer and came close to losing my life. 2) A dear friend once sent me a beautiful picture of a rose and wrote a gorgeous inspirational poem to go along with it. Whenever I felt down or was filled with despair, I'd remember her words and it gave me so much encouragement.
Well done!
Chanti
I am sorry to hear of the loss of your friend, but to have someone care and love her enough to write such a heart warming poem I'm sure made her life just that much more worthwhile. Well written tribute.
Appreciating life and commemorating its loss find strength in meaningful poetry. Your poem, Rosebud, is a great example of the best. Thank you for giving us this "Lifter." - Bill
I lost my best friend to cancer some years ago Susan. Betsy left two little boys behind...and I miss her like it was yesterday. If I might, may I borrow a petal from your bud and share it with her. You are a very special friend to have imortalized your beautiful friend with your sterling pen and gift of words. Her life's bud blossoms on the page.
Love,
Taylor
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on July 18, 2006
Beautiful remembrance of your friend. Nothing much else to say.
"With this poem somehow she is immortal now"-- Made so by the permanence of these line's eternal beauty--by the inspiration that moved the poet's pen to produce them--by the rose of the love that is friendship and that continues to blossom in the poet's heart.
Susan,
The poem is really sweet. It reminds me so much of how frail life really is. There is not a day that goes by that I don't think about so many people that have left here that I've loved so much. Your last line is so true about some of those that loved life so that have left us.
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In rosebud it captures everything. From the seed through to the beauty, then the earthly wilting.
Bloody damn shame when this happens to a lady who is a lover of life.
Yet now she blossoms in Gods garden, after leaving her precious memories, finishing Gods purpose here. Those will never wilt...
Well done!
Chanti
Fee
Love,
Eileen
Love,
Taylor
Aberjhani
The poem is really sweet. It reminds me so much of how frail life really is. There is not a day that goes by that I don't think about so many people that have left here that I've loved so much. Your last line is so true about some of those that loved life so that have left us.
Dr
Life is so precious, and you prolong it in your compelling and evocative words..
Your friend will be smiling in admiration at this wonderful ode to her, up in the Celestial City !
Peter