Grandma planted yellow climbing roses out by the cabin door.
We thought they would grow for ever and ever more.
They climbed way up the log wall and they bloomed from spring into fall.
She watered and tended them with great care all those years.
Their sweet fragrance bringing one almost to tears.
No one thought to take cuttings to start anew.
When the old homestead was sold and subdivided where the roses grew.
Grandma is long gone and roses bloom there no more.
She now takes care of them buy heaven’s golden door.
Lakewood, Washington June 20-22, 2019
