The Rose A single yellow rose I hold in my hand. It is so delicate, like the friendship its color symbolizes. I raise it to my nose and inhale its soft fragrance and remember you. I begin to peel a petal away and feel its gentleness as I roll the memories around my fingers. I tug another away from the stem, this one resists, not wanting to share itself with me. I continue until nothing remains but the stem. I look at the neat pile of petals lying underneath and joy not sadness fills my heart. Because the beauty of a friendship, like the rose, is made up of individual memories; put together over time, watered with tears, the soil turned with understanding and nourished with the brightness of laughter. As I stare at the thorny bare stem, absent of the flower I smile. Even though it is stripped of its physical beauty, its splendor lives long in my heart, like the memories of our friendship. All work on this website are the original writings of Todd Wielgos. You are more than welcome to use the poems here on your own website, But please give proper credit to the Author. A link back is appreciated but not required. If you notice any problems while browsing The Writings od Todd Wielgos, Please Email The Artwork that appears on this page is made by: Penny Parker Please take a moment to visit her beautiful site