Roads in my Roses
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.