Imprint on My Heart

She knew they were for me
God prompted her, she said
when she arrived at the door

The orange-sweet roses were past budding
The florist lady had handed them to her
Said they were too open to sell

Just gave them to her, for free
And then she, my friend
drove straight to my house

Here, I know its Danny’s birthday
This is your day of remembering
God gifted me with these, for you

Long ago my son was born
Short a time he lived
He is an imprint on my heart

Sunsets later
The roses are still blooming
and my heart is full


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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