Joan Allen Pfeiffer

Rookie (October 1952 / Moline, IL)

'O Rose Forlorn

This was written in honor of my mother, Geri, who battled with manic-depression. She ended her life by suicide, the disease had won.

Oh rose forlorn
How ill you look,
Your petals that are torn,
Now tumble in the brook.

Advance of the gale,
Torrents of rain,

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