Standing proud and humble in their fading beauty, I love the way they make me feel.
Looking at them, my mind wanders far away to a sunny kitchen, while distant memories flood back in my heart.
Closing my eyes, I breathe in their soft perfume, all the while remembering the roses my mom used to grow.
Different roses, different times, yet this old souvenir now freshly remembered reassures me: I have not forgotten her.
Far Away In The Sunshine 
Rest assured dear friend..you will always carry her within you 🙂
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It is soothing my heart a lot lately knowing or rather feeling she’s within, somehow…
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*hugs* 🙂
Glad to hear!
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xo
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Touchingly beautiful, Sweet Friend. Praying for your heart
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Thank you so much Skye
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you wont forget her, so dont fear that…little things will remind you of her along the way and let you know she still lives in you….
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This is exactly what I am learning to discover…she still leaves in me 🙂
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Roses make me think of my grandmother who had some huge rosebushes. My mother liked flowers and always planted them, but it was her mother that loved roses.
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Roses from one generation to the next, do you love roses? or do you like them and plant them?
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I like all flowers, but my favorites are sunflowers and wildflowers. I don’t plant flowers, but I do enjoy the ones that my neighbor plants. They have some lovely yellow tea roses that are way tougher than you would think looking at them. We had a storm one night with winds over 50 m.p.h. The next morning I noticed that the roses still had most of their petals still on. Beautiful and strong!
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“Beautiful and strong” A perfect definition of roses I think 🙂
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no, you haven’t….never will you.
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those are exactly my thoughts Honey. xo
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xo
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I have to say, Honey there was a time where I thought I would …
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