I walked by
the flower cart
in the grocery store
and saw
a special
on roses.
They were only
$8.95 for
a dozen beautiful
long stem and red.
I thought about
the impression
they would make
at home
when a certain someone
unwrapped them,
but then
thought again.
A dozen is
like an apology
for something
I didn’t do
or an act of
being ostentatious.
Still, they could serve
as an imprint
of my love,
but then again,
how deep
would that
impression be?
I walked away
from the cart
empty handed and
continued my shopping,
then drove to
the flower shop
where I picked
a single yellow rose
with just a few
tinges of orange.
It looked
exceptional to me
and would speak
volumes of my caring
and love.
It was unique and
maybe spectacular,
but more important
it was a thoughtful gift
and unexpected.
A rose is a rose is a rose
and by any other name
is still a rose.
This is true,
but equally essential
is the art of selection.
When you care
you can be
very subtle
in the way
you express yourself.
Wouldn’t you rather be
a spectacular comet
blazing through the sky
for a few seconds
than a smoldering ember
in a dying fire
lasting for hours?
I know I would.
Stansberry McKricken aka Stanaki
January 31, 2015 ^
Steve Haarman 