Roses

A rose of two: one white, one red, their pretty petals offering a serene escape and a moment of calm.

Can only reside temporarily in their vase, cradled in sweet water. Adored and loved by all.

The rose of red is sweet and fragrant. She is a colourful bloom, plucked from a field of blossoming hearts.

She is gentle and kind, offering a hand, a hug or an ear to listen to your woes.

You symbolise love and it’s triumph amongst all.

She is kind and delicate, strong and true.

You are pure and unwavering.

The white rose stands strong and in good stead.

He is our protector, our Father, our Grandfather and friend.

You are innocent and loyal, uncoloured and proud.

Quiet comes easily to this flower of youth, his wit as sharp as his mind.

You are a carpenter carving our family boat, a place of safety in all weathers.

These new beginnings start with you.

The strength of these roses work magically together: a red and white blend of magnificence.

The top of the tree, the head of our family, honest and stable like an old oak tree.

You gave us a path to follow, love to share, advice aplenty, and a home for our heads.

But the sacrifice of beauty is its ultimate passing.

It’s stalk gets shorter, it’s leaves withered, battling against the cold, it’s frail petals falling gently.

Where the day offers warmth and sunlight and comfort; the night is shaded and cool.

It‘s not frightening or cruel, but a welcome relief, contributing rest and tranquility and sleep.

With death comes rebirth and in heaven you will reign.

We are the future generations of roses, no more or less beautiful than the first: a hybrid of pink.

The music of two creates an orchestra of many: delightful strings plucking like the strings of our hearts; the keyboard giving tempo and organising the ensemble; a drum, a gentle reminder of each step we take.

Our hearts are wilted: somewhere in the abyss between awake and asleep.

Solemn and weak we tread on.

It is a thorn, prodding holes in our hearts, tearing within, tears in our eyes.

You flew on the wings of a dove to your new home.

In peace and silence towards this paradise.

Yet here on this Earth you will permanently reside by our sides.

Constantly and unbearably in our hearts and our souls.