One Perfect Rose

There was a special meeting just for us sisters at the Kingdom Hall last Saturday week.   We had no idea what it was about but we came along after the Field Service, and I am so glad we did.

What it was was a little talk from our congregation brothers to tell us how much we are appreciated. And then we were each given a lovely long-stemmed rose, (plus a cup of tea and cake).

As I had just had a week of pain (arthritis flare-up right hand) and felt about as much use as a chocolate teapot, this could not have been better timing.  It was so comforting and encouraging.

The flare-up continues to this day, travelling at intervals, which is why I could not make it to the meeting on Sunday - which was a day of much pain - and why I am not taking Jean out this morning.  We did have a wonderful Saturday - this Saturday- on the service - the flare-up eased off for a day - and we started a Bible study with a long term call of Jean's in the Good News brochure.

Here is a clever and cynical poem by Dorothy Parker, called "One Perfect Rose":

 A single flow'r he sent me, since we met.
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet -
One perfect rose.

I knew the language of the floweret;
'My fragile leaves,' it said, 'his heart enclose.'
Love long has taken for his amulet
One perfect rose.

Why is it no one ever sent me yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it's always just my luck to get
One perfect rose. 



I take the point Dorothy, but after Rose Saturday, I feel the need to respond.  But can I manage it?  It is years since  I wrote a poem.   Anyway, here it is, after some thought and much business with my quill pen.   It doesn't reach the Dorothy Parker standard, but its from the heart.


One perfect limo
would that be the thing?
Or perhaps one perfect diamond ring?
No, better by far than jewels, Limos,
Reliant Robins,  BMWs
is one perfect rose from loving brothers!

(By the way, what defines a "limousine"?  And can a Reliant Robin be one?)