She was Called Rose

She was called Rose

she was 92 years of age

She worked hard all her days

She had 9 kids. All by the

same man. As they loved big

families in those days.

She was a kind and caring

true sweet soul of a mother for sure

She valued, nurtured and savoured

them all.

Her man of 98 years just did past.

He was a hard worker and a dedicated

husband and father to his tribe.

They do not make this type of generation.

Now like they did. Back then.

Big families, big souls, big hearts. And

dedication to each other and life.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful story told for Rose. It is wonderful when we learn and listen. Old people had lived a long life and they can teach us great lessons. Thank you Dee for sharing the worthwhile and good words.
Coyote

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Yes you are so right Dee, and your eloquent poem is a lovely tribute to Rose and her generation. Your form and presentation are direct and your words are uncluttered and honest, as was Rose herself I’m sure. This is a testament to the strength, selflessness, loyalty, nurturing and pride of one woman and of a generation gone now. Yes, they had a “dedication to each other and life.” Your wonderful poem reminds me of my own parents who have passed on. The WW2 generation- we will never see their like again I’m afraid. Kudos.

[Onlyme]

Thank you Annette for your wonderful sentiments. And my admiration to your parents. And i am sorry for your loss of both your parents. But with a warm heart and great memories you remember them with such fondness and love forever and beyond.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Thank you for your words my friend.:))