Rose Falcone

Rookie (September 8,1959 / Brooklyn, New York)

Rose Falcone Poems

1. Escape From New York 5/6/2008
2. Light And Love 7/30/2008
3. And Still Your Love 9/4/2008
4. Love Lies 9/8/2008
5. I Am A Woman 9/8/2008
6. Soul Haiku 9/8/2008
7. Venus 9/24/2008
8. Pain Surrendered 9/26/2008
9. Not For Naught 9/26/2008
10. One With The Universe 11/4/2008
11. Run Away 2/11/2009
12. Lost 2/20/2009
13. For My One Love 9/10/2009
14. A Gift 9/10/2009
15. The Eagle's Flown 10/22/2009
16. Peace 11/18/2009
17. Song Of The Sea 11/18/2009
18. Forgive Me Lord 3/2/2009
19. A Valentine 2/6/2013
20. Heartbreak Haiku 9/24/2008
21. My Superman 2/6/2013
22. Dead Beat Dad (Part 2) 4/17/2009
23. Haiku En Espanol 2/16/2009
24. All Is Well 2/20/2009
25. Love's Design 2/20/2009
26. Promise Fulfilled 1/23/2009
27. Worth A Shot 9/26/2008
28. Flight Delay 9/23/2008
29. A Prayer 6/24/2008
30. Beyond My Control 7/6/2008
31. The Dance 5/12/2008
32. Life Begins Again 3/27/2008
33. Never Give Up 3/27/2008
34. Why Are We Here? 3/27/2008
35. Lovely Death 3/27/2008
36. Our Love 3/27/2008
37. Why Not? 3/27/2008
38. Excerpt From 'Cats And Washing Machines Don'T Mix And Other Tales From A Crazed Working Mother' 3/27/2008
39. The Water 3/28/2008
40. Rimas (English) 3/28/2008
Best Poem of Rose Falcone

Mother And Son

My son
I am here
I cannot protect you
From the world.

My son
I am here
I can only love you
No matter what

My son
I am here
My love unconditional
On this you can rely

My son
I am here
To guide and to teach you
And now you must fly

My son
I am here
Life can be difficult
I hear your cry

My son
I am here
Changes are painful
Never forget who you are

My son
I am here
Maintain the faith
In yourself and in God

My son
I am here
Self acceptance is yours
Do not fear

My ...

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Life Begins Again

Pain resides in this heart of mine,
Your pain, my pain, the world’s pain.
I carry it all.
Years have passed.
I control, I worry, I toil.
I am weary.
I have allowed so much,
Fallen victim
To my own faults.
Change is growth.
Growth is pain.
Ache no more.
Life begins again

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