The Last Rose
Autumn leaves fall with graceful twirls and dips,
Some onto ponds to sail along like wee fairy ships.
Blown by crisp winds that induce nestled slumber,
And all are scented with the last roses of summer.
To all who knew and loved her she was such a dear.
Puckish grin, raspy laugh, though easy to the tear.
Pal, in-law, little sister, wife, mom, and grandmother.
She departed this world like the last rose of summer.
Goodnight, dearest virtuous heart so flowery sweet,
And goodbye for a little while; until again we meet.