My Last Visit To The Lavender Rose(Rubiayat) Poem by Chris Embrick

Now well past March's last powdery snow
In search of my childhood, lavender rose
Hoping this year I had not come too late
My Mother planted it; we watched it grow

Long ago I lived on this grand estate
The lawns manicured; beautiful, ornate
Now overgrown the path where mem'ries led
Beyond the high walls, through the garden gate

Through the meadow to the willows ahead
Beside the small rill to the pond it fed
The Spring air heavy with heavenly smell
In sight, the rarest rose, still in its bed

From deep within my heart the longing swelled
I could not leave before the last tear fell.