Poem: Last Rose of August



The last day of August. 
Already.
I am full of Sadness and Hope.

Sadness that the summer is ending. 
Hopeful for the last rose of summer
in its radiant beauty.

Sadness that the woman
who was a vibrant rose
has been plucked
from what  had once been
a happy, working existence
but now steeps in
a bitter pain.

Hopeful that
the gardeners of change
will sow seeds of truth
and enable growth
for those who remain.

August 31, 2007
TAJ

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About shewrite63

I am Theresa. I am a Mother and intermittent writer. I published a bittersweet novel under the pen name of Florence T Lyon. I am also a real life survivor, cynic and IT support worker trying to keep up with technological changes. Can't eke a living off of my writing skills - yet!
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