tomorrow’s roses

I ask for tomorrow’s roses

not a bunch from the garage

not a steal from the park

not a luxury bouquet

no fancy garnish and bows

but tomorrow’s roses

their roots in mud in our yard

growing stronger every day

with the promise of summer

of sun and light and warmth

that you will be here with me

to see all tomorrow’s roses

means everything and more

that you will be here with me

to share the summer and the flowers

that you will be there in our back yard

watching the sun setting

as parrots fly overhead

the sky all soft and pink above

as we share a cold evening beer

and water the tomatoes

our promises all blooming

a rose as big as my face

and so glorious and sweet

that colour and that feeling

you and me holding hands

when tomorrow comes.

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