Every rose has its time
A seed to bud, a bud to bloom
A bloom to fall.
She comes back, again and again.
Wiser than the previous
Stronger than the last.
Her thorns protect her, and
Her family. They help her hold
On with new found strength.
Her bud unfolds, one petal,
One piece at a time,
A new chapter with each day.
Red, unmistakably red.
Shining brighter, standing truer,
Showing love like no one else.
Her color never faded, never shied
Even through all of life’s storms,
Even when each petal fell
Back to the ground
from which they came.
Every rose has its time
I’m just so grateful,
You were a part of mine.
One Word at a Time 