Paper Rose
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    I made you a paper rose.

    It was nothing really,
    I've made many.
    I tended bar and twisted napkins
    and gave them to young women
    for tips.

    But the napkin flower I gave you
    was tucked in a drawer handle
    in your kitchen.
    I smiled every time I came over
    and saw it there.

    Is it still there?
    I suspect not.

    I shall never make another
    without thinking of you.

    For all others, future and past,
    It is only a silly trick I do.

    For you, each careful fold and twist
    was made with all the love my heart
    has to give.


                 - T.D. Phetteplace