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Excerpt six – Gone, Not Forgotten

dried rose petals
rose potpourri

by Rose Klix

VI. Gone, Not Forgotten
– potpourri and ashes

Rain lasting throughout the quiet spring.
Fondly remembered good time smiles,
small events, warm and cuddly sunshine.
Your ashes are part of the good earth.
Gone away, but your essence stayed.
Your seeds and their seeds display unique hues.
So much like you, though they deny it.
Bless you for watching over us still.

Excerpted from Pastiche of Poetry, Volume II, copyright 2012.
Poet’s comment: “This last stanza from my poem Roses of Motherhood brings to mind the many generations of mothers who passed before me. Earlier I disliked being compared to Mom. Relatives told her the same about Grandma. Now I remember them both as part of me when I look in the mirror. This Mother’s Day holiday I commemorate their ashes in the circle of life progression. I made potpourri from my roses’ petals; their scent lingers as strong as pleasant memories.” Rose Klix

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