posted on Apr, 4 2013 @ 10:25 PM
My little sister who is 16 years younger, shared a poem with me, she told me I could share it on here. I will then share the poem I wrote for her.
The Crying Rose
'The rose fell to its thorns,
thirsty for grace.
But this rose did mourn, on this day.
It did something wrong, something to regret.
But it had no comfort.....for its mom is dead'
~lil sis~
The Delicate Rose
'Delicate red rose lays broken on its side
The sharpest thorns have nowhere to hide
Be careful when you touch this delicate rose
It just may retreat and begin to close
Sweet red rose longs for comfort and love
I shall give this and seek help from above
The aching and pain that comes and goes
Is certainly not what this lil rose chose
I'll mend this rose with a gentle heart
It won't break again or crumble apart'
~nat~
Our mom passed on and is in a better place...but we still long for her sweet embrace....
peace and love to all
~nat the restless cat~
edit on 4-4-2013 by natalia because: (no reason given)