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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 proud
protruded from
a stem
stem fused
with 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

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Ann Marie Steele
Ann Marie Steele

Written by Ann Marie Steele

I write about love and loss, what I observe and experience — I write about hope. My writing has been described as resiliently defiant.

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