Secretly and discreetly
Catherine
wrapped her love and blessings
in the form of a rose cutting
from the blossoming
bush of her own garden
in a fistful of soil
which upon receipt
got planted
in our walkway garden
a few years ago.
She did not seek anything in return.
My wife cares for the plant
watering, pruning, trimming
as the need arises
with reverence and regard.
The rose bush
nestled alongside the iron gate
adorning the flower bed
gets laden with hundreds
of blooms every season.
It is a cyclic ritual of Life.
Each year, the pink buds
blossom into beige-colored roses.
This colorful transformation
creates a soothing resurgence
of fond memories
giving meaning
to emotions and familial ties
of unity and love
expressed in sacred silence
as a prayer of gratitude.
