You would have
Liked today
The garden soaked
Sunlight at play
The roses you loved
Have opened and smiled
You are in my thoughts
Vibrant yet calm.
The sound of birdsong
Cheerful and light
Upon warming breeze
Cascading and bright
The chair where you sat
Still awaits your return
Idle and longing
Its heartbeat to yearn.
Yes the roses are wild
Now having opened their eyes
To the beginning of Summer
Their colours beguile
As if to hold out
The memories of you
To embrace and protect
Beneath a sky so blue.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: February 18th, 2026 03:06
- Comment from author about the poem: My late mother loved the roses in her garden
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Comments4
The voice in which it is written as a narrator speaking to someone not there any longer is haunting and it feels so real and heart felt it is human and holds a polished soft rawness. A fave
very kind comments, thanking you and much appreciated
You are most welcome
A sensitive write N.
Meanwhile - did ya fall by the wayside, and fall in the holly bush? Ouch! lol.
every rose has its thorns lol
This is so beautiful
thanking you for reading and much appreciated comment
Wonderful words Norman, may those roses always bloom.
Andy
many thanks, as always much appreciated
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