Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Red Roses

Beautiful red roses
Climbing, climbing a tree
Each year they grow
There's more roses to see

Ancestral red roses
Passed down through time
From my gardening grandma
Into the hands of mine

Very special red roses
From a large array
She planted a rose garden
Along her life's way

Crowning red roses
That sparkle with the dew
Part of her legacy
From a rose gardener's hue

Old-time red roses
Blooming there for me
I wish my grandma
Could be here to see

Susie Swanson


  1. I personally believe...she does see...

  2. Thank you I do also, every year. Thanks for stopping by!

  3. I agree with Lorely, she sees...Lovely ~.^ h

  4. Susie,

    I'm a new follower from country cathy. Great poem! I'm sure your Grandma would be proud.

  5. Thank you! Glad to have you. Thanks for stopping by.

  6. You are so in my wave length !! I love this poem, so full of love !!!

  7. Thank you JL, glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for stopping by.

  8. Susie, I love this poem about your Grandma's roses.
    My grandma was pretty special too.
    Loved what you said on my blog. I'm your newest friend as well.
    Many happy hours of writing is my wish for you.
    Blessings, Barb

  9. Thank you Barb, I wish the same for you. Welcome aboard and thanks for stopping by.

  10. My grandma had a big beautiful rose bush behind her house. I loved those big bushy rose bushes of times gone by. I enjoyed your poem, I write lots of poems about my family, too. I think it is a nice way to remember them and their ways.

  11. Thank you Janet, I have so many memories in my head of the past. I love to write about them.