Unbudded Rose

Life doesn’t halt for those of us remaining in the world

Photo by Sarah Mutter on Unsplash

Small

unbudded rose

pink-tipped

milky white

wilted

drooped

and lilted

in my hand

by my side

thorns no

longer sharp

just alive

and jaded

protruded from

a stem

Green fused

life

Re-working this ancient poem from my college days made me think of how my heart feels after losing my 21-year-old son last year — Although part of me also shriveled up and died when Brandon left this world, life doesn’t stop.

Ann Marie Steele

I write poetry about love and loss, what I observe, experience, and pine for. I’m an acrobat, yogi & mom. My writing has been described as resiliently defiant.

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