ROSE MICELI

MANY TIMES BEFORE Each day, I wander down the path. I have beaten down many times before. I come upon familiarities. I have come upon many times before. The light plays gently on the leaves. I've seen the flickering many times before. The wind blows away the mist. I've felt the breeze many times before. The sun melts away the dew upon the forest floor. I've felt it's warmth many times before. Appear here sometimes, the squirrels, the fox and the crows. I've encountered them off and on many...

THE ROSE...

As the rose buds, blossoms and fades,
so must we all.
Many cling desperately to smell its' fragrance,
when we should better remember...
that we held our rose.

love you always sweetheart,

Gramdma Rose you really were an amazing lady, and I strive to be 1/2 the women that you were. I Love you - Kristen