A Flower Is Named

 Sitting in the yard with a friend,

we noticed a rose bush

with only a couple of leaves and no flowers.

In fact, it hadn't bloomed in so long,

I'd forgotten its color. 

"It's time to dig it out," I said to my friend.

 The next morning with a shovel on my shoulder, I headed to the garden.

A bright yellow rose filled with sunlight greeted me. 

I thought,  "It must have heard me yesterday. It wants to live." 

Instead of digging it out, I took its picture.

It's name is 'Hope.' 

It bloomed for many years.