...Red Roses and Raspberries... poetry by Carole Anzolletti

In pages,

clear

In gardens,

near

I understand

Why you're

not here

I clearly see

that destiny

Is mine to

shape

Infinitely

The thorns

they guard

my precious

yard

they grace

the stems

and incite

the bard

the writer

here

beneath

the thorns

lay the ghost

long gone

forlorn

tiny plants

and sprouts

brought here

where you tended

and once revered

where you watched

my children grow

now I watch

as they go

warped steps

worn wood

right next

to the thorned brood

red roses and raspberries