Christine Natale

Rookie (August 9,1955 / Glen Ridge, New Jersey)

Bed Of Roses - Poem by Christine Natale

Sleep takes us all, night after night
Some to rest and some to woe,
Until the sleep that ends in light
And takes us far from all we know.

From cradle to the marriage bed
The journey seems so long to start.
Yet fast the years fly to the ones
Who fill their bed with loving hearts.

Our love was once the bread of life
Which ending, left us whole and free.
The unity of man and wife
Became a rose-filled memory.

As the saint transformed the sacred bread
To roses round her wedding bed.


Comments about Bed Of Roses by Christine Natale

  • Rookie Greenwolfe 1962 (7/27/2008 8:13:00 PM)

    Again, this is well worth reading. There is much to celebrate in the skill of this writer. As I also said, there are some natural things present in the poetry, but I am so pleased to read such agood writer, I have no desire to mention them.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 21, 2008



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