A smile?
A gentle one at that
There are days where I wonder if I could ever smile again
So much loss
So much gained
So this smile . . .
A true one since a year
My grandmother's passing
A loss
A gain
A beautiful memory of what family is
So I stand in this garden of flowers
Smiling as I can hear my grandmother tell me each name of the flowers
She is at peace
Working in her garden
A smile gently caresses her face
A year it may be since her passing
Yet I smile at every flower
For I hear her telling me of each beautiful flower
I lay this rose on the bench, Grandma
So loved cause of you
Thank you for the smile
Thank you for being my flowers
Every flower holds your beauty, intelligence, and those smiles I miss
My rose says it all
I love and miss you
I picture you smiling as you pick up the rose
Placing in the vase bearing out family name
Every flower from those of us who treasure what you taught us, most of all,how much we loved you
