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age creeps slowly
like wild roses
on the
garden trellis
thorns heedless
to her touch
while walking
through
the summer garden
she remembers the
veil of lace she wore
at someone else’s
wedding?
in a gown of satin
with seed pearls
sewn on her
mud stained
train
vows now broken
remembers now as she
touches her skin
a face
now marked ‘aged’
& when memory lifts
the wedding veil
her youth radiates
still soft as the
rose petals
on the
garden trellis
© July 2013
Renee Espriu
reneejustturtleflight.com 
smiles…i like how memory lifts the veil and underneath she still has youth soft as rose petals…smiles.
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Thanks Brian! Hope your 4th is going well.
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nice…i like how that rose touch connects her with herself again…the person she was and almost forgot a bit?
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You know, I think we all forget at times the youth we had and then it is there when we least expect it. Thank You!
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We seem to always dream when we were young. I was struck by the line remembering someone else’s wedding. wedding. Enjoyed.
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At times it is as though it is someone else’s memory. Thank You!
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Though dreams & vows might have been broken, I hope we never forget that young & lively person inside us ~ Have a good week ~
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You as well, Grace. Thank You!
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Renee, this is sad, yet there is a reality in it. It reminds me of my first marriage, when I was so young and naive. Poignant piece.
Pamela
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I only married once but with five adult children and 13 grandchildren the memories are not so long past. Thank you Pamela!
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lovely!
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Thank you!
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So beautiful Renee… and your blog looks great! The background is so good…
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Thank you and for visiting.
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A really beautiful trellis, could be the setting for a romantic poem or romantic interlude, your words are a delight.
Ian
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I appreciate your comments. Thank You!
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