Red Rose

The red from a bottle
Slowly grows out
And the bend of your back
Nearer the floor
 The laughter still keeps
Running through my head
As your gentle sweet mind
Slips away
No more stories of
The blue dress and high heels
Or recipes of cornbread
And dumplings
But your desperate searching
Through boxes and trays
Of your old jewellery
Looking to find what cannot be found
Replacing the immaculate style
And your old Avon lipstick
I will remember for us both, Granny.
I'll remember for us both, Lennie Rose.