© 2011 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
My Last Roses (Mother’s Day 2009)
I had no child anymore;
you never made to gift me well,
but on that day you brought me these,
all stained with blues and cream and pink.
I could not parse the meaning here,
why you would spend so lavishly,
but I was grateful and surprised
and blushing, kissed you like a girl.
‘Tis only now that time has flown
and I look here, at roses caught
in that brief moment, I can see
the message you conveyed with these.
For white in roses means a death,
and death indeed was what you brought:
‘twas one year’s grace before you left,
a measure of your cruelty.
© 2011 RC deWinter
Digital oils; taken from an original
photograph shot May 10, 2009
Tech specs: Photoshop 7, Filter Forge, Subtle Additions, Arkvis Oils
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