Bloom

Even as the seasons of my life change….I am still me.

I am a rose by any other name.

I am a baby with three brand new names. A rosebud blanket warms my dreams. I am a bride carrying white roses, changing my name at a time when contemporaries do not. I am a mother to a baby girl whose middle name is Rose. I divorce, resume my maiden name, though I am not a maiden. I am an encore bride, yellow roses in my bouquet, a new name to last me the rest of my life. I am a bud, an opening blossom, in full flower. My scent perfumes the air. I am a grandmother, a dozen roses in my crystal vase. My fading petals flutter gently to rest upon soft Mother Earth.

I am a writer, an artist - I am still created to be me.

Image: “Joy in Bloom” - mixed media by the author.