Dad's rose.

Early I woke today, dad

And went out in the freshness of the morning

Smelling the damp grass where the shower passed

Last night.

The cool newness of the air,

After a warm night.

It's always like this

In the arrival of the long summer days

When we have the endless blue and the

Unexpected warmth of a sun

Which brings dappled light

And throws sharp shadows

On the ground.

This time we have a taste of summer

That brings with it

Another summer remembered

Hot, sunny, burnt lawns

Sultry air suddenly touching my face.

Another garden........................

Another place.

And a hug, given with love.

Summer days, long evenings, stir the depths of all I have lost.

But for dad, I now have a rose

Who has bloomed as gloriously as the ones

He used to grow

And my sunflowers

For Matt,

Are once again making their journey

Towards the sky of blue.

I love their French name

Tournesol

Meaning

To turn the face to the sun.

So dad,

Your rose is beautiful today.

Love you,

Both.