Thursday, March 21, 2013

Barbed Wire And Roses

                                                      The beauty is twined along the fence
                                                      Where roses grow amidst the wire
                                                       Across the green meadow
                                                       In greenbrier

                                                      They appear in spring so luminous
                                                      Kissed by the morning dew
                                                      In sweet insistent wind
                                                      Refreshing and new

                                                      One single red rose among the thorns
                                                      Placed with love and certainty
                                                      A rose of crimson red
                                                      Bright and lovely

                                                      A young girl's heart is mesmerized
                                                      For a thing of beauty so strong
                                                      She stands breathless
                                                      Such beauty strewn

                                                      Across the years and distant shore
                                                      My grandma smiles upon me
                                                      The red roses she placed
                                                      Lives in my heart
                                                      Through eternity

                                                      What shall we leave behind when gone
                                                      For those who follow behind
                                                      Twined in barbed wire
                                                      Roses so divine

                                                      @Susie Swanson, 2013

It's that time of year again when grandma's roses start coming out over the community where I live.. She planted them everywhere she went. Along the roadside, beside the fence, anywhere her heart led her to put them.. I have one in my yard on the creek bank... Like the others, it's a climbing rose that has weathered many storms and years .. One of her many red roses.. White pink and yellow also grace the country side.. Everyone knows that has lived here long enough where they got their start.. Even though my grandma has been gone since 1960, her roses are her legacy.. Left behind for all to enjoy. She and her roses live on in my heart each passing day and perhaps in the many hearts she has touched with each beautiful rose.. Miss you Grandma..Love, Susie


  1. Such a touching and lovely post/poem about your grandmother.

  2. How beautiful! What a sweet way to stay alive in everyone's hearts and memories, and a touching way to remember her with your words. Nice post

  3. What a blessing for you Susie, to live in a place where you can see your grandma's legacy all around! So sweet :)
    ~God bless~

    1. Thank you Lisa.. I feel so blessed in so many ways everyday.

  4. This is beautiful, Susie! What a wonderful memory :-)

  5. Oh, Susie, what a wonderful legacy. Your grandmother must have been a sweetheart! I love that poem. You are a blessing!

    1. Thank you so much.. She sure was and you are a blessing to me too.

  6. Beautiful words Susie. Your grandmother was a very special lady!

  7. Lovely lady your Grandma must have been. I am sure that you will carry on her legacy too just as nicely as she did.

    1. Thank you Munir.. I would love to try but I will never be able to carry the torch like her..

  8. that is so sweet, Susie. I love it.What a wonderful legacy she left.

  9. Susie,
    Your sweet grandma left this world in 1960, and I was born. This is such a wonderful poem to remember her by. I would have loved to see all her roses, especially the red and pink ones.

    This is truly one of the prettiest poems I've ever read, and I love the picture that goes along with it. Is that a painting?

    Lots of love on this Friday afternoon,
    ~Sheri at Red Rose Alley

  10. Thank you Sheri.. Yes she left to soon and even though I was a small girl I still remember her as if it was yesterday.. Yes it is a painting. Lots of love to you also.

  11. What a beautiful legacy to leave behind, and this is a lovely poem to pay tribute to it. What sweet memories those roses must bring back for you. Have a nice weekend!