Blue Roses

Roses from my son on my 80th Birthday

Roses are red
Violets are blue
The honey is sweet
And so are you.

No, I say roses are blue
Different, striking, don't you?
Yes, they are dyed.
At first I almost cried.

I can say I am seldom blue
Sure that is not why they were sent.
My son was appealing to my artistic bent
Knowing I love all color.

Now the water in the vase is blue
Pulling the color through the stems
Soon these roses will wilt, and die
That is a real reason to cry.

Seabreeze
Thank you my wonderful Son.