Picking Roses for Romeo

 

 

A holiday! Free from the office madness

still awaken early, as is my habit;

birds not yet aroused.

I put on coffee to perk and my Christmas slippers

step outside to see what this dawn will bring.

 

The fragrance of roses

draws me down the damp, muddy path

still wet from yesterday’s rain.

The very best roses are at the very corner

of the house

where the pathway ends

and the deck begins 

When Romeo returned

after decades being away

he transplanted them from our neighbors yard

who did not care for Roses

and was pleased when I started tending them.

He offered them to us when he was moving away-

I said yes. 

My Yes

meant Romeo had to dig and pry them up

from their current space

repositioning them in our backyard.

I remember

He was not as overwhelmed with joy

as I. 

Now,

these many years after,

they flourish,

a testament to his care of them

and love for me.

This morning I snip a few of the finest specimens

tucking them into four

brilliant glass vases…

just to make him smile

when he

awakens.