Today I sit amidst the roses in my garden.
Planted once with utmost love , care and patience, as directed by my mother.
Waiting eagerly for rarely buds.
They are grown to the fullest.
They bloom and so do I.
Today I sit amidst the roses in my garden.
Planted once with grace, a will so strong, a cause so kind, as told by my mother.
I count each day, each month spent in wait of what could have come or not.
I still count each day, each month , each year in wait of what may come or not.
I count probabilities.
I count consequences if it doesn’t.
I count if it does.
Roses were kind and generous.
They bloomed out of my hope and desire.
But I am not sure if my wait goes unappreciated.
The wait of what may come or what may not.
#roses #love #kind #poetry #poems #matters#mad #sunday #writers #word
thebeeinmybonnet 