This day is always tender... My Sean's Angel day... I'll miss him always...
You can only know it's ripe if you taste...
Our lives are filled with poem bushes...
Some blooming with vibrant robust love... fruit so sweet, juices run down your chin with each bite...
Some bloom with deep heavy sorrow... fruit so heavy it leaves sadness on your tongue...
Some bloom with such exuberant color... the sight brings giggles of delight...
Some bloom with fragrance so pleasing... they give new meaning to deep breaths...
Some bloom larger than others, I've learned they seem to grow together...
There's love in the sorrow, or it wouldn't bloom so full...
There's thorns in the love, giving the blossoms richer beauty...
The roots of each reaching for the other under the soil...
Growing together and entwining, holding each steady as the winds of life continue to blow.
2-2-22
