Rose in the snow
white snow and grey clouds
the world seemed to become distorted
no one said a word
just the sound of tears and broken hearts
the roses, perfectly cut with petals in crisp colors
waited patiently in the glistening silver bucket
I remember that orange rose
with petals like a beautiful sunrise
against the pale white snow
how I grasped it with weak hands
memories came rushing back
crushing and enveloping my heart
like a serpent strangling its prey
I remember how I felt dropping that rose
down into the grave
crushing, unreal and yet happy
happy that grandfather was finally at peace
but knowing that my life would never be the same