The Faded Flower

Rochelle "Rocky" was a passing American acquaintance from several years ago, who suffered extreme grief from a naive tragedy of youth; that caused the death of her husband.   My first husband helped her family.

A faded flower that grief had worn

Never to bloom again.

That sorrow caused each peddle to drop

One by one

In the grayness of life evermore.

While kindness was embedded in their heart

Grief was an aura of that surrounding grayness.

-HRM Deborah