Rachel's Floetry

Every 20th, like clockwork, the roses on the dining table are a #celebration. A life once always blooming now a memory, the tops of her tender hands; they felt like rose petals. Her name, like the flower. Rosa. Mama. #vss365 #prompt #aboutMyMama 🌹 — Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) March 1, 2019 The bloodthirsty roars from the…