sandy nobody

(midwest, usa)

1 Red Rose


she dug a hole
planted some seeds
kept them watered
picked away the weeds

soon in time
they started to grow
to her surprise
she had a whole row

she loved her bushes
they grew beautiful and green
admired by all
for miles they could be seen

one day
she fell sick
no more water
no weeds were picked

when she didnt come anymore
the bushes knew
that something was wrong
but they knew what to do

they grew bigger and bigger
stretching for a mile
they had to find her
to just see her smile

one day they stopped growing
they reached this place
knew she was there
just couldnt see her face

one small flower grew
among the miles of green
one beautiful red rose
was to be seen

a symbol of their love
for which they had saved
one red rose
they placed upon her grave

Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2007
Edited: Friday, March 04, 2011

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