it's already been used...

My response to there being so many poems about death. I wanted to write something that didn't scream "death in the family." 5/26/2011

There’s a single,
yellow rose

planted in
a glass vase

in the middle 
of the wooden

dining room table,
lighted by
a lamp dangling

overhead

with my grand-
mother’s DNA

embedded into
every

wilted
petal.

Reviews

[Beccy]

This is such a unique way of looking at those cherished memories a loved one leaves behind. I'm sure your grandmother will have read and loved every line.

Beccy.

[Regina K. Pride]

Thank you!

[Wórdsmíth]

Your emotions get burst out into the pieces of your own heartfelt words.

[Regina K. Pride]

Thank you!