Written in memory of a beloved Aunt who helped me believe in myself
I picked a rose today,
It called out to me like a memory
With it's sweet scent and perfume
And I could not resist having it for my own.
It's aroma fills me with thoughts of you
How long have you been gone?
When I hold the bud near you are with me
Time turns back and you are here.
I close my eyes and think of the times we shared,
The laughter and the sorrow
These thoughts seem to real to be consigned to the past
Who decides what is now and what is yesterday?
I open my eyes and put the rose down
Yet it's scent and the memories linger on
You are here still, not a recollection but a part of me
You will never really leave my life.
I picked a rose today
It's scent brought you back to me
Not as a memory, for you are a part of all that I am
But as a reminder that to forget you is to forget myself.