My Father's Rose (some kind of miracle)
Although we don't celebrate Father's Day until the first Sunday in September here in Australia, the fact that a number of other countries have just celebrated it encouraged me to write a poem as a tribute to my own father who passed away in May, 2001.
I have previously written poems dedicated to my mother, wife and children, but for some reason had never written one especially for my father. He was a wonderful man, and this is my opportunity.
Meanings of the Yellow Rose
Throughout history, yellow has been closely associated with the sun, making roses of this colour excellent for cheering people up. Yellow roses send a message of appreciation and platonic love without the romantic subtext of other colours. The colour represents feelings of joy, gladness, friendship, delight, promise of a new beginning, welcome back, remember me. (source: proflowers.com, Reader's Digest)
My Father's Rose
by John Hansen © 2015
Although my father has passed away
His rose still blooms each year in May.
The year before his sad repose
We gifted him a yellow rose.
Wise words that my dad has said
Still resonate within my head:
"Never start or pick a fight,
But stand your ground for what is right.
Don't complain about your lot,
Make the most of what you've got.
Girls should not be hit or harmed,
Treat them well and you'll be charmed.
Take pride in everything you do,
Rewards will come if you stay true.
Greet your neighbour with a smile,
Then stay around and chat awhile.
Save all you can for a rainy day,
You'll be prepared then, come what may.
Protect your family with your life,
Your children and your darling wife."
To describe my dad as best I can,
In just two words I'd say, "Good Man."
He was admired by all he knew,
His enemies were none, or few.
The years have gone by very fast,
On May the 4th he breathed his last.
The yellow rose began to bud,
As though connected through his blood.
Friendship, gladness, joy, delight,
The yellow rose means all is bright.
Promise of a new beginning,
Forgiveness for our endless sinning.
Welcome back, remember me,
Is what it's blooming means to me.
The Miracle Rose
We bought a rose bush for my father for his birthday on 15th May 2000, the year before he passed away. Because one of his favourite songs while I was a young child was "The Yellow Rose of Texas" we decided to purchase a yellow rose. It was originally a miniature yellow potted rose and was flowering when we bought it and presented it to him as a gift. It continued flowering for about a month before losing its petals. After that it didn't start to bud again until the 4th May the next year on the day he died.
We took a cutting from the bush and planted it next to his grave after the funeral. The rest of the plant my wife and I took with us and planted in our own garden.
The mysterious thing about this rose is that it begins to bud every year around the anniversary of my dad's passing and is in full bloom by his birthday. After that it continues to rebloom spasmodically until after Father's Day at end of Winter and start of Spring(September in Australia). The strange thing about this is that most roses begin their major blooming season in the Spring months of September and October.
Also what started out as a miniature rose now has full size flowers, probably as a result of it being planted in the ground. The blooms seem to increase in size each year. We believe this rose is a constant reminder that my father is watching over us.
© 2015 John Hansen
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