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This painting inspired the poem below.

This poem was inspired by two old dried roses that sat on the mantel of my fireplace in my studio. I wanted to paint them "Someday".

Seven years passed and one day I noticed the leaves were falling off the stems.

Time waits for no one!

So its was now or never!

As I painted the beautiful old roses I noticed how much personality they each had. The smaller rose with her goofy smile and the larger rose, seemed so serious and masculine. I saw two wonderful old people side by side, their faces aged by time. Their leaves, like arms embracing, bonded together by their Love as they looked back at what they had shared in life! So it was that image that inspired me to write the poem below.


	“Now we sleep, but the rose still lives” When I was young and oh so brave, I came to you and gave this rose. We married, we loved and made loved and danced and soon became the parents of our Rose, the inspiration of our romance. She grew so fast! Those beautiful years they never last . . Then the house, the rose garden and suddenly grandchildren . . The time has slipped by far too fast . . Then one day we sat upon our porch, hand in hand our hearts embraced, the age cut into our face . . as we look back into another time and place . . The years they pass way too fast And now we sleep, but the rose still last . . Oh, how fast, time does pass … Arty

I was born November 5th 1946 at 2:21 p.m. in a little hospital in Fullerton California. The son of Arthur Kirker and Felicia (Acosta ) Kirker. It was three years after my sister Magerete Deloris Kirker.