In the garden I picked a perfect rose,
Light pink in the center with
Tiny silver rain drops beading and
The edges tinged with brilliant pink.

In the house I put it in a blue vase,
Adding some fern like greenery
For contrast, to frame and set it off,
Then I sat to examine it carefully.

Alas a tiny speck of dirt was spotted
And carefully flicked off a velvet petal,
Low and behold, one of the outer petals
Had two rather large bug bites along its fringe.

Flaws noted and forgiven, my rose still stands,
Gives freely fragrance and delicate beauty
Perfect to me and those who
See the wholeness of this rose.

Cerita M. Hewett
May 17, 2015