This Flower, This Rose, My Kristine
You bring to me a sweet scented rose,
Flavoring and enhancing the moment,
Uniquely as a crowning cap.
A personification of love, this flower, this rose,
An ultimate gift, exquisitely wrapped.
For a rose in its' giving, petal on petal,
Serves to cushion life's thorns that pierce and unsettle.
Ah, a treasure indeed, this flower, this rose,
With beauty abounding, as everyone knows
So, I'll remember and love her it as the moment itself,
Keeping her forever present, retaining all that was felt.
And though she lies in repose, I'll always remember
This flower, this rose, my Kristine.
Poem by:  Irene Boudreau  ----  April 1983 (as modified)