Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Coral Rose

The room is filled

with the aroma

of the rose,

coral pink

with veins of deep orange,

that had been

plucked by the gardener

and pressed to its essence,

the exquisite rose

that had bloomed in the garden

and opened to the sun,

beaming like the face of a child.

apg 4.11.12

I wrote this poem to reflect on how I have experienced Rahima since her death: physically absent, yet very much present, as if in the atmosphere. Have you felt Rahima's presence since her passing? How so?   ~Andy

1 comment:

  1. I read this poem last night at the monthly poetry group that Rahima and I attended and often hosted in our home.