Pink Roses of Remembrance

I am missing you today.
Alone in silence,
I walk beneath the darkened sky,
wondering why
you chose to let go
of life.

If only I could visit your grave-
to spend time working soil,
planting seedlings,
planting a rainbow of color
to cover you.

I’d plant a garden
sown deep in fertile ground-
growing flowers in every hue;
sweetheart roses
in yellow, purple, and red,
pink roses, like the ones
you grew-

under the window of the room
where you held the gun,
that shot to pierce the morning sky.

Pink roses lay dormant on that tragic day,
roses that met you in nature’s deepest sleep.
I’d plant you a garden, blooming
in every shade of blue.

But now, you, taken far, far away,
taken to a place that I cannot touch
with kind words or deeds.

Buried in a place I cannot touch
by the planting of seed
sown true by my own two hands,
sown to the memory of you,
by the planting of love’s still
fertile seed.

Sherry Pedersen-Thrasher


"Like branches on a tree we grow in different directions yet our roots remain as one. Each of our lives will always be a special part of the other."Author Unknown