ROSE BOY

Testimony Odey

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I write to him: your poetry feels like home to my broken soul, like butterflies on faces of
marigolds, like a warm summer breeze on my skin, like fresh ocean water cleansing my soul,
like magic in my bones. with the tip of my tongue will I spell out all the words that flesh your
poem, like a man chanting his prayer in the dead of the night. on rainy days, blanket of roses
will I weave for you as reminders that your fragile, beautiful self will become a full moon
someday. so, take your time, my love to cradle the memories of what could have been as one
would rock a child to sleep. honour them, then like the wind, let it go. for you, Rose Boy, are a
river and a river only knows how to dance forward.