Three pink roses.
Almost white, less
than a blush. I might
Have known if your
brow is so….but
Never saw you then,
At a confirmation
Or saying grace
when young. And
in the late day light,
I never saw you on
The grand piano in
A silver frame
Wearing white.
Maybe by the time
You held the
first child, I was
on my own. I think
You would remember.
if the innocence had
left. And with it,
the third rose,
was just
the same. It must
be for you to say
if the bloom has
come back again.
