Rose

ROSE

A guiding hand on my shoulder
Comforting, firm, ever constant
I turn; you’re invisible, but there
Your hand guides and protects
From infant to bearded man

We climbed through hills & woods
When Deda passed, you held my hand
At your knee I learned fairness
Your kitchen was my school
Your stories electrified my mind

You have gone now, on your journey
But in my mind, you’re always here
Even as I grow older, greyer
My memories burn bright and strong
Your hand is always on my shoulder

Seljo