Dedicated to my Grandma

The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple's a rose,
And the pear is, and so's
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only know
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose-
But were always a rose.

Robert Frost
(1928 West-running Brook: The Rose Family)

I miss you grandma.