Sweet History
A red rose’s layered petals
curled deep as memories ~
cherished by nursing classmates
with scent of history just as sweet
grow ever lovelier
with each passing year.
Ah, but rose petals do not tell
of the tricks and games that
nursing classmates played in
those years of newness and learning,
stepping out of adolescence
into young adulthood.
“But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.”
~ Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
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