Yellow Rose

My RV yard has six rose bushes set in large pots. The one in memory of my father was planted late so it needs to grow before producing bulbs. The rose I planted for my mother was the first to bloom, one huge rose a week before Mothers Day. On Mothers Day the bush was covered in purplish pink roses. Next bloomed the rose of fire (red and yellow) spread wide. Planted in memory of my brother, Rod, the rose makes a powerful stand, The buds on the two red rose bushes are slowly opening just enough for me to peek at the richness of their color. But the yellow rose will not give away any of its secrets. The bulbs are closed tighter than necessary as they prepare their beauty. Nothing will be shown until the roses are ready to display the deep yellow satin petals. Every day I look closely at the bulbs hoping to see just a hint of yellow. The bulbs seem to tighten their green curtains and turn away. I am anxious. Yellow is my favorite of the roses I’ve seen. I purchased the bush early this season because they disappear quickly. One day I’ll walk out of the house and will catch my breath. The branches will be covered with the deepest yellow imaginable. I will smile as I run to them. I’ll think of my mother, father, and brother waiting for me. I’ll think of my dogs waiting for me in heaven. I’ll think of my wonderful family. I’ll think of how happy and fortunate I am. Yellow roses. Sweet yellow roses.