Petals Pink and Perfect

She was like this elegant pink rose
Precious and fragile
Yet with an inner strength
that belied her outer delicacy.

Like this rose
she once grew in the sun,
swayed in the breeze,
and played in rain showers.

She grew
like this rose
with love and care,
always with a guiding hand
to nurture her.

She lived a life
full of promise and change
and like this rose
touched others with her beauty.

Like this rose
with petals pink and perfect
she lives in our memories
and will be with us always.

For my grandmother
September 3, 1914- February 2, 2000