We live in the moment now, but what happens when we slow down? When we are not able to jump in the car and drive to New Orleans on a whim? Or dance in the rain at midnight? All we will have is our memories… and I like to believe that all living creatures, even the flowers, remember the moments that make up our lives.
So, what would a Wilted Rose Remember?
Maybe…
Breaking through the fresh soil in the spring
First sip of a cold spring rain
A bee curling up under silken petals
A bud is spouting off a once thought dormant stem
A sharp thorn waning off humans, and a drop of blood taken as trophy
Watching the first petal kiss the ground
Morning dew drying on light green leaves
Being a gift to a once lonely girl
laying between the pages of a journal and perfuming the pages.
Being Replanted in the name of saving a memory
Petals ripping in the name of romance
Sun stealing cool night air.
Large memories are lovely, but it is the small ones that make up our lives. Cherish and collect them so when you are older your petals perk up with new life of a never forgotten moment.
What will you remember?
Black Ink and Parchment 
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