Grandfather's roses

June poetry number fifteen.

                      Grandfather's roses

My grandfather told me often. We must be like the rose. She sleeps the complete Winter and rebirth yearly stronger and more beautiful. In the hard days of Winter, she is resting and in late Spring. She bloomed for us again, reaching for the sun and blesses us with her beauty.

The rose teaches us, we must be like the seasons. We will rise and fall. We will become stronger and more beautiful, not allowing the coldness of life to kill the beauty of the rose.

The rose is like love, it need care, attention and room to expand. Our children are like the roses. Always growing and expanding. We must allow them to dance in the breeze and be free to kiss the sun.

                              Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Fran Marie]

your grandfather's sound
advice shows such
wise wisdom ..the
rose is a remarkable
flower I love them

actually love all flowers
especially lillies and irises
also to name a few ..

but somehow the
rose..she stands alone
reaching for the sun and
smiling with a special
presence all her own

Nice Work John

[Coyote Poetry]

My grandfather was dear Fran. I love all the flowers also. Make our world more beautiful. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Fran Marie]

you're so
vey welcome

[Dave Brown]

we have them growing on a number of garden gates and end enjoy each and every whiff and sight
grandad had it right

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Dave. I love my grandfather roses. When I see them bloom. I can hear his voice. Thank you for reading and the comment.