Love Poem: Blessed Purple Rose-

Blessed Purple Rose-

I took on the purple rose;
Didn't have a place nor place for it;
So I sat it on the table;
Laid it down and just prayed for it;

a funny thing happen;
It didn't wilt, die, rotten;
I picked up the rose;
placed it under my nose;

I was blessed 7 days latter;
with the smells of Sharon;

2/12/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©