The Lightest Pink

 

the rose in my hand so fragile

being careful not to prick my fingers as I

marvel at the lightest pink I’ve ever seen

 

the bloom wide open and fragrant

the scent permeates the air and reminds me of something

it’s one of those sensory things with me

a scent can take me back to a time or place in an instant

 

in a flash I’m in the backyard of my youth

admiring similar roses

tearing one away to proudly give to my Mom as a gift

 

the lightest pink

almost white

so fragile

 

another flash and this rose reminds me of other flowers

both given and received

the meaning or lack of meaning behind all of them recalled

 

brings me to you

and flowers of a year ago received damaged and dead

was it an omen of things to come?

 

a portence of a future apparently not meant to be

or was it?

I sometimes wonder, but flash back again to now

and how it is.

 

the lightest pink

almost white

so fragile