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The faded flowers of a life, and a heart.

Remembrance

Rosemary sprigs she always kept,
Tied with a bit of ribbon, blue,
Perhaps one day shall my hand enfold
Rosemary for remembrance too.

She said in her youth she sometimes wore
Forget-me-nots in tiny wreaths,
The stars of blue shining in her hair,
Delicate blooms so bright, so brief.

In the fullness of her time, when she was wed,
The tea-rose surrounded her days,
She embroidered them on her dresses' hem,
In remembrance of past youthful ways.

The petals fell, as for all they do,
And the lily-white entered her heart,
Mourning at last as a mateless dove,
When winter had pulled them apart.

Rosemary she took up, and kept by her bed,
With forget-me-not ribbons of blue.
Scented of tea-rose, her hand lily white,
Soft as feathers and gentle with rue.

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