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I
planted a rose
and watched it
grow,
I tended it
every livelong
day;
With loving care
I pampered it,
For it was mine
to cultivate.
It burst in
bloom, a sight
to see;
I gazed in awe
and sheer
surprise
And touched its
petals tenderly;
Its dazzling
beauty filled my
eyes.
Then I forgot
about the rose,
Too busy with
other things to
see
How sad the
little rose
became
Without the
loving care from
me.
So soon it
withered upon
the bush,
Its petals fell,
to my dismay,
And then I knew
without my care
My lovely rose
had died that
day.
I
gave my love to
someone dear,
He nurtured it
every single
day;
With loving care
he pampered it,
For it was his
to cultivate.
My love
increased until
it seemed
My heart would
surely overflow;
He gave me more
than I had
dreamed
Would ever be my
luck to know.
Then
he forgot about
my love,
Too busy with
other things to
know
That love, like
roses, needs
tending daily
In order for it
to thrive and
grow.
And soon without
his loving care
My heart forgot
the notes to
sing,
Then only
memories
remained
Of nourished
love and joys of
spring.
~Copyright
© 1995 Ruth
Gillis~
Previously
published in Poet's
Review March
1995
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