The Rosebush

growing in the front yard corner,
underneath the window
of the small room downstairs.
I don’t know who gave it to her
I seem to remember her saying
it was my dad who gave it
a long time ago, before they were married.
It never really had many flowers.
Buttercups would grow all around it.
I liked those buttercups, my sister used
to turn my chin yellow with magic pettals.
Sometime along the way
something happend to that rosebush
that never blumed quite like
the neighbours’. And now it’s gone.
At least I believe it’s gone.
I would have to look out the window
to be sure.
The buttercups are gone, but
they might come back.