Faded rose

This is for my mum and dad's wedding anniversary.

Actually, their anniversary was yesterday, but I was on a different mission, having seen something in the High St that made me laugh.

So I hope wherever they are they will forgive the tardiness, but they always knew I'd be late - punctuality was never my strongest suit, though I'm better these days. 

As the rose leaves are hiding some of the words I thought you might like the full text of the poem.  It was written by my dad's godfather.

Have a good evening - and this time you can remind me to put the bins out!  xx



When the Rose is Faded
 
When the rose is faded,
Memory may still dwell on
Her beauty shadowed,
And the sweet smell gone.

That vanishing loveliness,
That burdening breath,
No bond of life hath then,
Nor grief of death.

'Tis the immortal thought
Whose passion still
Makes the changing
The unchangeable.

Oh, thus thy beauty,
Loveliest on earth to me,
Dark with no sorrow, shines
And burns, with thee.
 
Walter de la Mare