rosary

how time did fly…
silently and quickly
leaving me no choice
other than to today sit and dwell
in the moments i would sieze through the day
to watch you and love you…
my love i hold onto those memories
like a woman holds onto her rosary chanting  praying
and quietly hoping
 they will  once again return
 maybe  not in the same way
 but return to fill up my being
with the freshness of each new born day…
 i smile and then quickly  shut my  book of images
 knowing that within them lies a rose bud pressed
 still retain a little of that fragrance that filled my mind with joy…