when we sing the roses echo rosily or compose
not knowing that they may in harmonies
of pink, or orchid or cream and red the chrism of everything
then we had dresses embroidery of the rose
with sashes of satin or polished cotton
so that we felt, we are roses too.and just that velvet
impossible to describe our rose love rose lore it was all of childhood
so that sometimes we prayed when the wind blew
oh father let the rose petals stay and not blow off
away
and we went to see the next day
everything was as it was
when the winds were calm.
mary angela douglas 31 january 2020
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