Rose of Grace
She has more sunburns than the sun
self-same blossom of kindness and mercy,
kind and stubborn
gentle, and frail yet strong.
Life’s thorns surrounding
as sharp as this color of skin,
prick sharper than on touch
from far a view. That’s new
the garden taught her that.
Graceful and thorny — a prick of mercy
unfolding, unfolding, unfolding.
The intricate charm of fancy
symmetric and mirrored and fit
persisting till the new, on her seat.