One White Rose

Childhood memories..

One early morning,
Lawn still wet from the dew.

Your tiny toes getting so wet,
Your whole body shivering from a cold.

Mosquitoes around you head,
Trying to get their share.

But you just had to see grandma's roses,
The first bud which opens.

The faint sweet scent that fills the air,
The scent that stays with you forever.