Today I only share one poem. This poem has a story behind it. I’ll post the poem, then tell the story.
The Rose Petal © W. Scott Grant August 29, 2000 10:15 pm I remember when The petal fell from the rose And took that strange turn. It still sits inside its crystal box Atop the dresser. I remember when You touched me the first time You accepted me with all faults Loving me into being a man I loved you into being a woman. I remember when We bought our home together Big plans, ideas, and lots of energy But life got in the way Somehow, together, we always came through. I remember when I sat with you in the waiting room The day of your surgery The day fate took you away from me Or God, whomever. I remember when As I look again at the rose petal We promised, we made our vows Now I watch you slowly slip away To the care of angels. I remember when.
If you’ve been following along, you’ll know by now that Brenda was quite a bit older than me. We were introduced by a mutual friend – he told me “You just gotta meet this family.” Initially, Brenda tried to fix me up with one of her daughters, but that never worked (nor would have, thankfully.) When I came to visit, I spent more time with Brenda than with the daughter. We seemed to have a lot in common and our personalities just fit together perfectly.
My mother raised roses (one year, she won 2nd place nationwide in Victory Garden’s Front-Yard contest.) It was some time in October when my mom gave me some roses she’d picked to take to whomever I’d been seeing. The roses were in a vase on the table while Brenda was teaching me how to read the Tarot, when one of the rose petals dropped from the flower. We both watched it softly flutter its way to the table, but just before it got there, it took a weird turn and landed inside the Tarot card box.
We decided that it had to have meaning, so we kept it – just that one rose petal. We put it inside a little plastic box, inside a larger crystal box with the image of a rose etched on the lid. It remained on our dresser the entire time we were together and beyond (17 years.)
Just a couple weeks ago, I was going through a box of old things, looking for something else. I still have that box, within a box. And the rose petal is still inside. Unfortunately, the boxes aren’t sealed. Even though it’s darkened with age, the petal is still intact over 30 years later.