He always brought me roses Knowing they were my favorite Placing a single one in my hand To enjoy the aroma and savor it Escapism lets me wander Down the path to yesterday Retreating to the comfort there Where happiness held sway Perceiving a garden of flowers A whiff of perfume emanates Holding a bouquet of roses As sweet aroma radiates Surrounded by our yesterdays In an ambiance of peace Feeling his aura around me Momentarily releasing my grief His silhouette slowly fades away My heart crying for his presence A wraith of yesterday forever gone The illusion only his essence The sun withdraws to twilight And the mist of night encloses Yet somewhere in the distant past There is a delicate scent of roses Kathleen McCoy Eldridge© July 14, 2007 All Rights Reserved











The Nightingales Sing
Sequenced by Barry Taylor
Taylor's Traditional Tunebook

Logo

Logo