This poem appeared as a second place winner in Time of Singings summer contest 1996 “Am I My Brother’s Keeper?” It is a poem describing a real woman named Rose who was known and “adopted”by a friend of mine. It is also a reminder to care for those around us.
Take home a Rose
a thorny briar rose,
fragrant from infrequent bathing;
leaves, twigs caught in grey locks.
A lonely rose—
her petals straggle to lift up feet
weary from walking;
wilting in the heat of the sun;
frostbitten in the winter winds.
A pale rose–
translucent veins spider
across thin skin
wrinkled with the breath of age.
Pluck gently this Rose—
transport her with care.
Replenish her with hot tea and biscuits.
Tuck her in for a long winter nap.
Sing her a song of love.
c.Darlene Moore Berg