THE FRIENDSHIP ROSE
July 2, 1999
A single yellow rose I hold in my hand. It is so delicate, like the
friendship its color symbolizes. I raise it to my nose and inhale its soft
fragrance and remember you.
--- Copyright © 1998 Todd Wielgos --- Illinois
I begin to peel a petal away and feel its
gentleness as I roll the memories around my fingers. I tug another away
from the stem, this one resists, not wanting to share itself with me. I
continue until nothing remains but the stem.
I look at the neat pile of
petals laying underneath and joy fills my heart not sadness. Because the
beauty of a friendship, like the rose, is made up of individual memories;
put together over time, watered with tears, the soil turned with
understanding and nourished with the brightness of laughter.
As I stare at
the thorny bare stem, absent of the flower, I smile. Even though it is
stripped of its physical beauty, it's splendor lives long in my heart, like
the memories of our friendship.