Blue RoseA Poem by Melinda McQueenWorthy of a second look As water rushes to a brook. Always catching the eye Among the others who seem not to rhyme.
Standing out in indifference, Folded inwardly in its substance. The wind gently blows… I am a Blue Rose.
I’m unlike most others, A somewhat rarity to wonder. The Red Rose receives the attention, And love oftentimes is its definition.
Yet, when I am seen, It’s a surprise unique To see me grow… I am a Blue Rose.
Though at times I tire, God reminds me that I live to inspire. Seeking His face, I hope I lead others to His grace.
For every soul is blue Until unfolding in His truth. Fragile are my petals… this He knows… I am a Blue Rose.© 2015 Melinda McQueenAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMelinda McQueenTXAboutHello, I'm Melinda from Texas. I am a published author. I'm in a chair with Cerebral Palsy and writing is my outlet. I have found deep pleasure in writing poetry. Writing helps me express my emotion.. more..Writing
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