The White Rose

I actually wrote this today for my late paternal grandmother...she passed in '99. I technically never knew her as more than some elderly lady lost in an elderly home.

I gave you a rose today...

Just a little something for you,

A person lost in time to me,

Never to breathe life in this world again.

 

I sat with you on that cold ground today...

Wondering who you were,

The blood that once flowed through your veins

Now flowing freely through mine.

 

I wondered about you today,

Who were you, and why you

Were never there, why you hid from me

Only to die alone, and lost...bitter in spirit.

 

I thought about you today,

What gifts did you have and

Did anyone ever discover what they were...

Did anyone care about you, did you care about me?

 

I gave you a wite rose today,

And I wished for one second, one moment

That I could have known you,

Could have really gotten to talk to you.

 

I wished for us today,

A wish that things could have been different,

I could  have learned how much of you

Resides in me, and how much of your beauty I inherited.

 

I hoped for you today,

That someday, beyond all else,

Where living being cannot tread,

Someday, you and I would meet, talk and learn from one another.

 

I cried for us today,

Tears of sadness at the thought

That I would never know how much of me

Is a blue rose, and the white....

Reviews

I like it, the sadness kinda in it. It was lovely!!!

[Wildfleour]

Ahhhhhhh............I know the feeling this poem speaks too.

Lovely.