Shall I compare you to a rose?
You were by far more beautiful.
No verse nor prose that Heaven knows
can ultimately be suitable.
In life, you grew out of concrete
forever blooming radiantly
despite the hardships in the streets.
You never withered easily.
And just like thorns that grow in stems
And harm those who seize them with strength
You lived peacefully among friends
Enriching gardens with your depth
And now, you bloom in memory
And now, you are my reverie.
I love this! So glad I came across this, it would have been my own grandmother’s birthday on 28th December and I feel this piece describes her so well. I feel this would be a great tribute to all our grandmothers no longer with us but always remembered, I for sure would buy a card with this verse on it!