White rose

White rose grows

on winter branch

this Christmas day

you sent to me

 

all the way

from nowhere.

 

You always placed

one on my tray

a breakfast treat

& I can say

 

you were the first,

maybe the last:

my grandpa sent

to save me.

 

Sea shells whorls

essential oil

the garden glistens

all thoughts of winter gone:

 

a white rose grows

from far beyond

your love meant

to grace me.

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