The Rose
"Melanie Lynn"
November 2002
I stood there staring down at the grave…
a tear rolling down my cheek…
I held onto the rose close to my heart…
trying to find the words to speak…
The rose was soft to the touch…
and beautiful to the sight…
With pedals as soft as silk…
And pure and elegant white…
The rose I held was meaningful…
It was all that I could give…
I would have given so much more…
If only he had lived…
As my heart began to shatter…
staring down at his grave…
The rose held all my love…
all the love I had saved…
I kissed the rose one last time…
And kneeling down I cried...
For the Rose was left for Matthew…
Along with all my love I had inside...
You may reach "Melanie Lynn" at matthewsmommy827@yahoo.com for comments.
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