Your scent lingers in the cool winter air
Visions of you tame its harsh landscape
You will ever live, Oh Roses of October
you who bloomed amidst autumn’s chill
until the very last when its frosty breath
shriveled your petals and made them fall
to the ground made fertile
by gifts you received and you’ve given.


Two sorority sisters, both at the prime of their lives, succumbed to cancer recently. To them, and to all who have lived, loved, and given their all, – a little remembrance.



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