A 🌹 Rose
(For Grandma Jamesetta Dixon) 💕
Sometimes a rose blossoms through a crack in the concrete,
It's stem reaches deep beneath the surface by about six feet...
But it's still a rose...
A brilliant beautiful flower wouldn't you suppose?
At first glance to the human eye her composition
Is intricate yet delicate.
Subtle yet strong at the root.
Possessing an engaging personality
And a discerning spirit which remained astute.
She was our perennial rose
The matriarch flower from whose petals four generations flowed...
She was a jovial rose
A generous rose
A stern rose
A Colbert, Oklahoma rose
A Denison, Texas rose
And finally a Chicago rose
She was not a dandelion..daisy...nor a tulip...
But a lively and resilient rose
Who never withered in the sun,
That is now on her way to
A new life
To a journey just begun...