Ode to my rosebush
Ode to my rosebush
I miss my rosebush that young men used to knock on my door for. During prom time kids would knock and ask if they could have roses for their dates. During the year, people would compliment my rose bush. We lost our home and it hurts but God will restore us one day soon. It was an old 5-story Italian built home with a wine cellar that looked like a living room but it was ours.
If you are wondering what the red roof is, it is the roof of a play-set that I had for my 13 year old Daycare that I had. I miss the kids. They come up to me now in restaurants andshopping malls saying, “Miss Essie!!!!! I miss you!” and they hug me. It feels good to know that I did something right in my life in addition to having Lex and Ja’red.
We’ve (my family) have felt quite misplaced since losing our home but we are still alive and breathing, trying to fit in with every town and city that we’ve moved to since, meeting new and interesting people. One day soon, God will give me my little house in the country where I can hear the birds sing, cook on my barbeque grill at 12 a.m. like we used to, invite loving friends and family and listen to the locusts croak with the rustling of bushes from hungry deer. One day soon…… (By the way, the house is not crooked, the sidewalk where the rosebush was goes uphill. I had to straighten the focus of the camera to get the rose bush. 🙂
✝︎~Rev. Essie~✝︎ 