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Faded
Roses
She
pulls her
frayed little
knitted
shawl around
stooping
shoulders
Still soft
to the touch
but showing
the years
it has been
worn
Like the
hands that
had made
it long
before the
effects
of life's
hard toils
Left them
useless
to create
the beauty
she took
such pride
to adorn
Don't pity
her she
can still
feel the
softness
She
steps slowly
out to the
place she
had set
aside in
her yard
way back
then
To plant
the roses
she adored,
her favorite,
the color
of wine
She couldn't
tend them
now, just
left to
chance what
would come
back again
She bends
to get a
closer look,
they were
coming back
more faded
each time
Don't worry
about her
she can
still smell
their sweetness
She
raises up
to the laughter
of little
girls as
they skip
up the sidewalk
of her street
They don't
see her
when she
does a little
skipping
of her own
down
The memory
lane that
takes her
back to
the time
when she
could stand
on steady
feet
She taps
one foot
to the music
she hears
inside her
head and
does a little
twirl around
Don't think
she's crazy
she can
still dance
She
stands and
watches
after the
young couple
passing
hand in
hand
Oblivious
to the world
as they
steal a
kiss, their
eyes gleaming
their new
found love
She closes
her eyes
and tilts
back her
head and
feels the
slightest
breeze
Upon her
lips and
knows it's
her love
who's gone
now blowing
kisses from
up above
Don't laugh
at her she
can still
dream
She
knows it's
time to
go back
inside again
the day
is closing
Placing
her beloved
shawl inside
her bureau
she catches
the same
sight
She sees
each time
in passing,
her own
reflection
in its mirror
Her hands
touch the
face she
sees there
now in the
fading light
Don't hate
her she
can still
be beautiful
An Angel
Original
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2003 Paula
Scola
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Rose - Midi
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