Stuart David Smith BSc.

(Toronto, Ontario)

One Rose Of White

There was one, lonely rose of white;
For all the others were crimson red.
We then had such tragic news that night,
When told our Sherry was laid to bed.

This was indeed a fateful day,
For she was reaching out to my mother
On her birthday, when she passed away,
With the appearance of One, White Flower.

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