A Faded Rose
Walking with a slight bend
she puttered through her yard
slowly she bent forward
stopping to smell a delicate pink rose.
Checking her box for a letter or card
in hopes someone did send.
Her apron tied loosely around her thick waist
with empty hands
she walked the stone path
on which she had traveled
so many times before.
Passing the roses once more
something caught her eye
carefully she plucked a fallen rose
that lay faded and alone
after careful examination she placed it behind her ear.
As a silent tear rolled down her cheek
dreaming of yesterdays reliving them one by one
for those she did fear.
As the day drew close to an end
she rested with her favorite cup
her favorite tea in the cool of the shade
she rocked in silence her withered hands resting
across her lap they laid
the rose still in tact…she gazed up into the sky.
A peaceful smile crossed her tired face
a gentle breeze blew silent
as she closed her eyes in rest
she knew her day had come
for she had passed her final test.
Written By: Joyce Bowling