🌹 the wounded rose 🌹

In memory of my loved one I planted a rose garden,
tending with care, watering with tears, watching it grow. Until I smothered it with too much
care and its petals began to fall, becoming a thorn instead of a rose –

Then it came to mind –
the Rose of Sharon has known my grief and borne my sorrow, too heavy for me to carry – and bending down low whispering – “I know my sweet rose and I understand!”