a single rose
rests on her gravestone
thorn in my heart

No more roses will be bought for her birthday …It was always roses that stirred her memory…her sense of smell awakened by the fragrance every time. But in a few days Mother’s ashes will finally be laid to rest next to her husband…the true love of her life.,, looking forward to this reunion.

rose by his side
no thorns can keep them apart
together at last

© Tournesol ’15

Written for Haiku Horizons Thorn