sanema's poetry

The Yellow Rose Whenever I see a Yellow rose, a favorite of my Dad’s It instills in me a sense of pride Remembering all that he was to me And all the good he had inside The color is so soft and warm, the way he too could be And yet the thorns remind me too, of the sternness he could have If he... Sign in to see full entry.

Reflections In My Garden where I rest To sit and ponder life’s regrets The beauty there instills a peace That stirs my soul to memories Of things gone past, both good and bad Of childhood fun and pleasures had I love the thrill that nature holds The wonder there of things so bold The colors bright... Sign in to see full entry.