After reading Lia DeMeo’s post A Day in Lia’s Shoes, I wrote this poem. After reading about her garden, it brought back a lovely memory for me. Lia has yellow roses in her garden. Yellow roses are my favorite. The reason why the yellow rose my favorite comes through in this poem.
I remember the first rose ever given to me.
It was a yellow rose that tickled my nose.
My grandfather gave the yellow rose to me.
I love the smell of the roses in his garden.
Their sweet perfume filled the whole yard.
But, as I went to pick one, someone was standing guard.
I walked away. Sad to say I did not get a rose.
I was so sad I cried. My grandfather asked, why?
All I want is one rose to carry with me.
I love their smell so delightful to my senses.
My grandfather pick one yellow rose just for me.
I smiled with glee. He was happy to see.
The yellow rose tickled my nose, and we both sneezed.
Therefore, my favorite rose is the yellow rose.