RE: Memory, Don't Let Go(Original Poetry)
Since I didn't add in a note about this one like usual, I'm going to do it in a comment instead.
I wrote this when I was young and innocent, it's mainly fictional ideas purely based on seeing the morning roses. Seems like I write about roses a lot, because they always show up in my life surrounding me. So trite, right?
It's a flower of choice through generations of my family, for special occasion gifts we plant a new bush instead of dying boquets. Whenever we move, we take some along to put our old roots into the new home's ground. Every grand daughter had one to go from their great grandmother's farm, and so on. My parents had a tradition of planting new ones each year on their anniversary, they've started doing lovely Rose of Sharons more recently. Now I want to add new pictures, this gets too long. OOPS!
Also I managed to hit the 100% steem button finally, kept meaning to and missing it for some reason, so YAY!
That's a lovely back story to your poem. I also keep missing that 100% button. I'm trying to make a resolution now, to try to check the box before I even fill in the tags.
Thanks! Oh good, it's not just me then.. maybe I can feel less silly about missing that button. I thought once you chose it that it looked like it would save that choice for the next post, but I guess I was wrong on that one. Gotta remember every time.