go+lovely+rose

(June 26, 1895 -- May 19, 1988) "Go, lovely Rose" -- Edmund Waller Bloom of my childhood Grandmother Today everything bursts into flower Green, pink, white while you wilt softly in hospital nursery glass and tubes around you. Rose, bloom of my childhood Dressing up in your clothes, your high-heeled shoes (on my last visit, I peeked in your drawer like a curious child, found nests of gloves <span style="border-top: #cccccc 1px dotted; color: #404040; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px; width: 36em;">white and black, neatly folded <span style="border-top: #cccccc 1px dotted; color: #404040; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px; width: 36em;">waiting for occasions. . . <span style="border-top: #cccccc 1px dotted; color: #404040; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px; width: 36em;">a lady is never without decorum). <span style="border-top: #cccccc 1px dotted; color: #404040; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px; width: 36em;">We came to your 90th birthday party

You came to my 43rd, a surprise planned by my son You wore a paper hat over your newly-done hair elegant -- as always.

I remember your rose-painted nails and nestling in your feathery bed when I slept over You gave me canteloupe and ice-cream balloons and kisses You were never old to me (even now even now) and I am not really grown-up, it is all an act still dressing up in your clothes, putting on plays.

Rose, bloom of my childhood your light goes out your scent will remain in our hearts.