On the last day
She brought a bouquet
Last roses from her garden
Before early winter
Their perfume was subdued
When asked for their name
“Remember me” was the answer
How could I not remember her?
She left our shores to travel
But her kindness stayed with us
A warming feel delicate as the aroma
Of her winter roses.
Have a good trip, Come back soon .
Lucette C. Bailliet
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