Dedicated to Laverne…. I Love you Grandma.
Even a rose loses its pedals. The 21st year I witnessed a rose, gently greeting me at the front door of an entrance seemingly unfamiliar. Home wasn’t difficult recognizing in this atmosphere, the puzzle finally coming together for a concluding chapter. She’s the rose whose thorns have pierced my heart with an embracing aroma. A rose filled with magic I remember so well. The way she’d prepare meals out of the impossible, peers smiling at the very sound of her name even I can attest to. My rose is slipping away from me, her pedals are falling, her thorns are withering but yet she stands. You’ll always be my beautiful rose…. grandma. Continue blooming as God remains the root.
– C.A. Thomas