December at McClendon Villa: Day 3



A rose to represent the love that you pretend we have
A rose to say I’m sorry, that you won’t do it again
A rose for the love that I thought would last forever
But that was before your fist shattered the rose
Spilling its petals to the floor…

A glove on the hand that once was in yours
A glove of a fighter, one who won’t give up
A glove, once lace now leather
But that was before the new rose blossomed
Awakening to love once more.

Image and Poem ©1997-2016 Suzanne G. McClendon


About Suzanne Gunter McClendon

I am a South Carolina native now living on the Texas Gulf Coast. I have been married to David for just over 33 years. We have 4 surviving adult children and two children-in-law. At this point in our lives, we are adjusting to an refilling nest. I enjoy reading, writing, photography, digital art, fiber arts, and much, much more.
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