(to my sister, Sharon)
beautiful beyond recognition
maybe the soul could grow
beyond her historical rose gardens
drifting in Time's snows
beautiful then-
as beautiful when
now, you turn and go
caught on the restless sleeve of music
forgetting all else you know
beautifully freed from woe
remembering though: the shade in the garden;
the colour of the rose
mary angela douglas 12 june 2020
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