Grandmother's Roses

Years ago most people used latticwork instead of a trellis to hold climbing roses. This is a poem about my dear grandmother and her roses.
May your day be good and may God bless you.
Acie

Grandmother's Roses

Some of the latticework is still standing
That was nailed to the garage years ago
I can still remember the beautiful roses
That grandmother did so skillfully grow

No modern fertilizer would ever she use
She used a secret that was all her own
No Roses could compare in these days
Like the ones grandmother had grown

Fragrance was so sweet from her roses
So special, it's one you can't find today
Grandmother never thought of it as work
She thought that it was like child's play

Grandmother is gone now like the roses
They died shortly after she passed away
I wonder if they may have grieved to death
As I look at that old latticework here today

copyright © 2009 By Acie