The Rose

THE ROSE

This has to be the most fragrant rose in the world!  It blocks my path each time I pass by the dining room table. It forces me to stop and take a deeper breath.

Evan and I had a run in yesterday.  I thoroughly over reacted to a spilled cup of coffee in the parlor where I'd had a guest a few minutes before.  He responded in turn and refused to obey my order to go to his room.  So we blew up and he left the house.

Later, when I sent him to the store for something, he came home with this marvelous rose.  I'm sitting here breathing it's fragrance and remembering his look of apology.

I said, "I see something written in here.  It says I'm sorry. I love you."  With that he grinned and kissed my cheek.  What do you do with a kid like that!

He said he chose it carefully, smelling every one.  One other smelled better but a petal was off - so this was the best!  I can just imagine the scene in the grocery store with this 12 year old and the young fellow he said helped him find the best rose for his Mom!

-JoMae
Written 6/24/1982