Thomas Moore (1779-1852)

'TIS THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER

      'TIS the last rose of summer,
            Left blooming alone ;
      All her lovely companions
            Are faded and gone ;
      No flower of her kindred,
            No rose-bud is nigh,
      To reflect back her blushes,
            Or give sigh for sigh.

      I'll not leave thee, thou lone one !
            To pine on the stem ;
      Since the lovely are sleeping,
            Go sleep thou with them.
      Thus kindly I scatter
            Thy leaves o'er the bed,
      Where thy mates of the garden
            Lie scentless and dead.

      So soon may I follow,
            When friendships decay,
      And from Love's shining circle
            The gems drop away.
      When true hearts lie wither'd,
            And fond ones are flown,
      Oh ! who would inhabit
            This bleak world alone ?

Poem

May the absent ones be consious of the loving thoughts which we are silently sending to them. They never quite leave us, our friends who passed through the gateway eternal to the sunlight above.
A thousand sweet memories are holding them fast. To the place they blessed by their presence and love.
unknown author

latest flowers, sweet!

men

My life

has changed a lot in the past year and a half. I am trying to figure out who I am and what I need to do to be happy again. It is very hard and also exciting at the same time.

Learning to deal.

yellow roses

Roses, I got from a special guy. One who has helped me a lot with learning so much about how to care for my house and me. Thank you so much!