A Faded Rose

Pressed between the pages

of her book of poetry

she keeps a rose from long ago.

 

Its delicate red petals,

once soft and smooth,

now crumbled in wax paper

 

A souvenir of an event she can’t recall.

Was it a birthday? An anniversary?

Perhaps her senior prom?

 

Like the once vibrant color

of the flower she holds so dear,

her memory has faded with time.

 

She saves it with the withered flakes,

crushed between the pages

of her favorite book.


Author Notes

6 Comments for “A Faded Rose”

Raymond Tobaygo

says:

Good afternoon, Lina

At times it seems the older one becomes certain objects once attached to a significant moment from one’s youth, fade with time.

Enjoyed.

Take care and stay safe,

Ray

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