Rambling Rose by marge.

You grew from a tiny cutting

brought from Helga’s garden

in Germany, against all odds,

you grew and flourished.

The first year, you were small

without rambling, but you flowered.

Then came your tiny, tight bud.

The sun warmed you,

you uncurled into a

perfect pink rose.

For years, you have

flourished and rambled

over the trellising.

Delighting people,

birds and insects.

So that I did not lose you,

I took a cutting from you,

That did well and grew to

look liked its perfect parent.

I planted Clematis to

enhance and twine through

your branches. For you, my first

Helga’s Rose, I chose a pale mauve

Clematis. For your infant, I

chose a bright, white variety.

My special Rambling Roses,

remind me of a special

friendship between our two

families, English and German.

Which, like you, flourished

and grew into a firm friendship.

Just like you, it flourished to

be big, bold and beautiful.

You are My Helga’s Rose.