Delicate Strong Rose

So last night I was going through my files and thought I'd share one of my poems with you....enjoy... 

A delicate rose stood all alone

With no-one she could call her own

A gardener came and tended her

His touch dispelled her every fear

He watered her and nurtured her

And for a while was always near

Barely in bloom, the rose did bud

As the gardener left his stain of blood

As winds assailed to tear her down

Intense torrents threatened to drown

At times she’d bend and sometimes shake

But all in all she did not break

Each raindrop on her pretty head

Ripped soft petals with claws of lead

And though the forces battered her

The sheltered bud grew without fear

The gardener gone, without a trace

A stranger tends the forsaken place

Supports her weak and worn out stalk

And guards and shelters like a hawk

But now the weather-worn rose stands tall

Though briars prick and eons maul

The sun and gardener gone too soon

Yet glistens in the silvery moon

Penny