The Rose, My Most Favourite Flower All Time.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

A Story-Poem about My Favourite Flower:
The Rose
by Sylvia Frances Chan, - All Rights Reserved
Created on a Sunny Sunday Afternoon 20 Sep 2020

from a dark, shady corner
a most beautiful rose came from my book
her stem was bent,
she hung her head
like the crescent moon
like she's too shy to look around

yes, I do know her too well

I made her a home on the shelf
she crawled into my favourite book by herself

her colour, my colour of choice, great and fair
she could have grown
spray my lawn with pink flowers

a real rosy avenue,
Instead, she chose to live in that dark nook
snuggle up in my favourite book

she felt at home in this place
she was satisfied
and never out of grace,
always with great taste
she was ready to bloom,
she dressed in modest shades
Ah, there the true fragrance envelops,
in the quiet cutest shade
she was too shy to show off her perfume

she longed to stay at her
shady nook
and in my favourite book

Then let me go to the valley of roses
to see more roses

that I can also learn to grow
to be able to choose a brandnew rose again
out of the hundreds
varieties of roses

I came back disappointed

the rose I wanted to trade in,
began to sob hard,
those roses in the valley
don't want me
I'd rather die because I'm not allowed in that shady nook anymore
cozy comfortable in your favourite book,
always a familiar voice,
I feel like really my own home,
all in solitude and yet happiest,
yes I get sometimes moody, but most of all I am happy,
since you are the sweetest lady in town,
who never frowned,
despite my pale pinky tan,

cutest loveliest Rose,
I am in all times your fan,
my adorable flower,
in all kind of weathers,
sunny, rainy and stormy showers....

Tribute To My Most Favourite Flower All Times
The Pink Rose
she never posed
she is always correct
her deeds and attitude perfect....