I Was Given A Red Rose


I Was Given A Red Rose  


Dreams of a red rose

Sleep-in Saturday morning

The world waits for more




Ivor Steven (c) September 2019

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

30 thoughts on “I Was Given A Red Rose”

  1. “A red rose in your lapel & a newspaper under your arm”..isn’t that an old quote from a book or film or is it something people say when they’re meeting someone new..although, it could’ve been a red carnation? No idea where it’s from, but it reminded me of that, Ivor, haha!

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  2. Aw! I’m so glad you were given a rose! 🙂
    I love the rose cross-stich! (I love to do needlepoint of all kinds!)
    You, my friend, ARE a rose…a rose among the many thorns in the world! I appreciate you!
    (((HUGS))) 🙂 🌹

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    1. The cross-stitch is close to my heart, a family heirloom that my grandmother did, I suppose it’s over 70 years old, and it’s in brilliant condition in the frame 😁💛🤗

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