word of the day

words are flowers written

they can incite the scent of pleasure
can twinkle in the eye from beauty
tears may flow when they touch the heart
and love can reside from their gift

i walk by a patch of roses and

turn to smell them as i ask of them
will you give a smile to the child that
next walks by you and the mother
whose woes are many, the soldier whose
lost his buddy, the father his daughter
with anosognasia

as the dark then veils the day and

even though my path i can no longer see
in my minds eye still i can smell the roses
recall their beauty and i hear their whispers
to a child, to the mother, to the soldier and
the father…all will be ok, just take a whiff
of me before you walk away