He sits and swings, back and forth slowly
His eyes staring straight at a picture nearby.
In his hands he held, a bright red rose
And tears of sorrow running down his nose.
Slowly as he continues to adore the picture,
A glimpse of smile covers his face.
Grandmother holding him by his arms, stand on his birthday
Eyes filled with love and words full of blessings.
Thoughts filled with memories fired through his brain.
He remembered the message she whispered in his ear on that birthday
“Your life is like a rose and its petals are your family and friends you adore,
some petals will fall but do not ever mourn because it’s the thorns that will
shape you in every form.”
And now every encounter with a rose brings back,
Precious memories buried in his mind but never forgotten.
He pulls it out time to time to remember the days
When grandmother loved him and he loved her even more.
PS: Even though his grandmother left years ago but he feels her presence
every moment of his life.
It is another collaboration with a wonderful artist Aditi. I am glad to connect with her on WP and even more happy to have a friend like her in my life. Do check out her blog and I can guarantee you will not be disappointed. Her artwork is a great inspiration and I am always happy to give words and feelings to her paintings.