The Rose That Never Died

When I was about 6 years old my grandmother came to visit my family for a few months. I was a very mischievous child and would always be getting into something. One night she pulled me into my room and made me get on my knees and taught me The Lords Prayer. She made me say that prayer every night. The words were important, but the emotions she put into it stirred up a feeling inside of me that I never felt before. The way she prayed was with a lot of enthusiasm and determination. Now, I realize that she was teaching me how to activate my spirit and connect with GOD (Universe, Creator, Higher Self, Allah, Yeshua, Muhammad, etc) or whatever term you may use. While my grandmother was sick and on her death bed we would pray every day. I would be praying my heart out in tears. The main reason I always prayed was because I knew that it provided her with a sense of relief and made her feel that everything was ok. I think she knew that her time was near because she would always talk about how her spirit would never die and that she would always be with me. The day before my grandmother died I happen to bring her some roses. She couldn’t talk. However, she could open her eyes a little, nod her head, and smile. I put one of the roses up to her nose not knowing if she was conscious or not and she started crying. She always LOVED the way roses smelled. I believed she cried because it was beautiful to her. Being in that state had to be traumatizing, but to smell roses on your death bed HAS to be uplifting.You know the cliché saying, “Give the people you love roses before they die”. That is exactly what I did. The next day she passed away. I still have that rose and it is still beautiful. It still has the fragrance as if it was just picked today. The petals are hard and very fragile. Its strange because they look golden. It's like the spirit never died from the rose. I believe everything has a spirit. My grandmother and the rose are similar because her spirit never died, it not only lives through me, but my entire family. Therefore, I was inspired to write this poem in honor of her. Yesterday would have been 76th birthday and boy do I miss her. I hope you enjoy this poem entitled : "The Rose That Never Died". Thank you granny, I love you.