Mis Queridas Rosas ; My Beloved Roses

     I wish my roses were still alive to this day, but the discoveries continue to educate me. I see that the negative feedback of my rose bush dying has started to affect the plants around it.

9 Nov. 2014

 

    "Everything is dry and starting to die.

Dull, colorless, and gloomy is all I see.

I hate Fall. Fall is when all the green starts turning into brown; colors that look faded and ugly. The only green left in my garden is the bit of grass that covers less than a fourth of my garden." - My Field Notes

     I witness the changes in Nature every year but I have never observed the changes until now. I don't really like it and it makes me sad having to see my roses dead everyday because I planted the rose bush and I raised the bush. I watered it and watched my roses grow. I saw my rose bush as a child. I did everything that a Mother does to raise a Baby(except the diaper thing ew).

     My Mom said, "Mi hija no te aguites, todo se muere. Yo se que quidastes tus rosas bien pero todo se muere. Es la naturaleza. En vez de estar aguitada, escribe lo que sientes. Eso es lo que ice yo cuando se fue tu Papa.."
In English,  she said, " Daughter don't be sad, everything dies. I know that you took care of your roses well but everything dies. It's a part of nature. Instead of being sad you should write about your feelings. That's what I did when your Dad left.."
     
      I took my Mom's advice and I wrote about my roses.
 

 

 

 Mis Cuatro Rosas



 

Mis bellas cuatro rosas.
Rositas y Delicadas;
Un symbolo de Poder;

Ellas se reproducieron;

Floriaron;

Y se murieron.

Nada quedo de su hermoso color;

Solo el recuerdo de sus bellas petalos.

 -Itzayana Silva

 

My Four Roses

My beautiful four roses.
Pink and Delicate;
A symbol of Power;

They reproduced;

Bloomed;

And died.

Nothing remained of their gorgeous color;

But the memory of their beautiful petals.

  -Itzayana Silva