A Single Rose

lonely rose

When I come across a rose garden with a single rose I know it’s my mom’s way of saying hello.
It isn’t the gardens full of flowers that make me smile,
but the ones on their own, a little early, a little late,
but just in time so that I can see them.
And I smile and whisper hello.

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Author: Monica

punk rock ballerina. writer. adventurer.

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