Granny’s greenhouse is in the distance and beyond the red barn.
She grew roses in every color. When you entered her cozy cottage, the sweet scent of roses was always in the air.
Her final resting place will be the rose garden.
She’d say, “Where else would I want to be?”
Roses create beautiful paintings when gathered and placed in a crystal vase—Mother Nature’s floral paintings.
The funeral was the way granny wanted.
I place the urn on a high shelf in the greenhouse.
I’m sure she’s looking down and saying, “Pick radiant, colorful blooms and make magic happen.”
2024©Isadora DeLaVega
Genre:Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
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