For Me Too

I saw her from a distance
The rose drew her near, captured her
with its exquisite shade of yellow
tinged with pink, its irresistible sweetness

She bent over, stopped her hurried steps
for a moment as if nothing else mattered

Her eyes closed on the inhale
deep, long, lingering
like she was listening to the final bars
of a sacred piece of music

She wanted to hold on to the moment
I could see it in her face

to breathe in the essence
this message of love
make it her own, not let it fade
at least for a day

I took a picture with my mind
knew this message was for me too
this blessing of paying attention
slowing down to smell the roses

Jean E. Taddonio


About geniecan

Born and raised in " America's finest City" received BS degree in nursing years ago... main career besides wife and motherhood ( and now a grandma)was as a hospice RN for 18 years...Take great joy in finding the good in all things and believing that " No Thing is Ordinary" the title of my blog. I am working on a children's picture book story named R-Qu.. a rock falls of his mountain. Writing poetry is one of my happiest things to do. Yoga, water aerobics,, gym exercise and walking our wheaton terrior, Finley, with my husband Jim are favorite things...oh yes...singing in the choir at Church and recognizing God as #1... are most important... I also have a home based business with magnetic and far intra red health care products..peace to all who read this, Love, Jeane
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