Some Little Thoughts
by Raymonde Sacklyn
To A Rose
And,
when the snow returns, I’ll still be here, 'Raymonde, stay little longer, And, I shall reply with a smile and say:
'Promise to stay
High mountains covered in coats of white,
And, when the darkness lingers longer,
Awaiting the morning sun to climb,
And, when birds decline to sing,
Refusing to herald in the new day,
As in days of yore,
When we were young,
As in decades before,
And, shall be forever
And, for one day more;
And, in the morning,
You shall wake
With that same sweet smile
And, you shall, again
Say:
Kiss me until the flowers bloom
And birds’ songs waft through the trees …
Linger a little longer, please.'
By my side
When the snow melts
And the whiteness
Turns to green,
And, birds sing
Their songs of love,
Welcoming the spring;
And the waters
Of the streams flow
As Nature has chose;
And I hold
Your hand in mine
And I whisper,
As always before:
My Chinese Rose.'
