Something came to me for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt this week. Head over the the Daily Echo to see other’s take on the prompt.
By Any Other Name by D. Avery
Stroke has kept her from her beloved rose garden, poor dear. So I bring it to her, one vase at a time, only one, for there isn’t a clear surface for more than that in her small cluttered room. I have been mindful to cut from all the varieties, to include all the colors of her splendid roses. She can’t speak, but every time I bring her a bouquet she tries to thank me, thin breath rasping on quivering lip and I say, hush now, it’s all right, I know how you love your roses. A tear of gratitude invariably falls down her cheek, and I get weepy too, reminded of the healing power of kind deeds. I shall continue always to tend her roses and bring them to her, for they bring her such joy.
Damn fool! Not more roses. How can you go into that garden every week and walk right by my favorite plants? Don’t you notice how they hum with bees? Haven’t you noticed how long their beautiful blooms last? Everything else is just background for them. Don’t you brush against them when you walk by and then smell the rich fragrance that lingers long in the sun-warmed air?
Roses, bah. I can endure the indignities of this stroke, but I get so mad at you and those damn roses every week it brings tears to my eyes. I am doing my therapies. I will speak again, and my first word to you will be ‘Lavender’!