Roads in my Roses
There are roads in my roses
That only I can see,
When Spring time digging
Reveals them to me.
Rusty now against my heart,
The car had traveled through the years.
Remembering, I see again,
This car, new.
And through my smiling tears,
I see it launched
By then-small hands
Busy under a bowed little head,
On roads that reached forever,
But never left my flowerbed.
