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Rose Petals

 
While growing up, Gwen used to tease her mother about the big jar of dried flower petals she had collected from every rose she'd ever been given... her prom corsage, her wedding bouquet, flowers she'd received for birthdays and anniversaries, and some from the beautiful roses in her garden too. 
 
Gwen's mother was killed in a car accident shortly after Gwen turned sixteen, and her world came crashing down; she couldn't bear the thought of her mom not being there to share in her birthdays, her graduation, and her own wedding some day.
 
On the morning of her seventeenth birthday, Gwen awoke to the fragrance of roses and found a handful of dried rose petals scattered across her pillow; and more of them sprinkled on her mortarboard as it lay waiting on her dresser on Graduation Day.
 
As Gwen's father prepared walk her down the aisle on her wedding day, she glanced down at the white carpet runner to see dried rose petals mingled with the new ones and scattered along the way. Bending down, she picked up a few and tucked them into her bouquet, vowing to begin her own jar of dried flower petals with these, a precious keepsake and reminder that a mother's love remains forever. 
 
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This was written for In Other Words where Patricia has asked us to  
write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less using the word flower

  
Come and read more stories and share one of yours!
 

13 comments:

  1. A beautiful and touching tale, Josie .
    Much love,
    Moon
    https://aslifehappens60.wordpress.com

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    1. Thank you, Moon. Just a sweet thought that came to me as I pondered flower petals. In Other Words is another great place to share your writing... in five sentences or less! :-)

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  2. Love is all we carry with us.

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  3. Beautiful and very touching Josie.

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    1. Thank you! I wanted to share a story that was as sweet as the jar of dried flowers.

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  4. How lovely, Josie!
    Janet
    <a href="https://asmile4ufromjanet.blogspot.com/2017/05/man-its-may_3.html”>Man, It’s May</a>

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    1. Sorry about the wonky link. Wonder why sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't?

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    2. Thank you, Janet! (The problem with your link appears to be that there is more than one space between the initial a and href) :-)

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  5. A mother's love never ends. It is with us all the days of our lives. Beautiful story. Very touching. Thanks for sharing with In Other Words.

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    1. I believe that too, Patricia, and I want my children to know the same, that I will always be with them. <3

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