The Sadness of the Rose

This was written for a prompt writing contest, and I've really come to like it. The different colors represent different people - the purple the mother, and the blue the daughter.

 

My dear, why do you smell that rose so?

Because Mother, you do not know

Of the memories such a scent can hold

And the stories I have never told.

Once there was this guy,

And no, I do not lie,

This sweet, sweet man

Told me that he can

Give me some love from his heart

That was neither bitter nor tart.

Dear daughter, I really have known

How you can feel so alone

And abandoned in this big wide world

My life seemed so unfurled

By the wind and the sun and the rain

And all the sadness and the pain

That was my life. I tried

So hard, and somehow I survived

With my life in tatters. 

But Mom, it's not you who matters

 

Now, It's my life that is upset, 

My expectations unmet.

 

You can not know the horror 

Of how much I abhor her,

 

You can not know the feeling 

The sight of her sends me reeling.

I know how you feel exactly

Don't you dare attack me

And say I can't know how you feel.

Well, I'll make you a deal:

You talk to this guy,

And and tell him why,

You feel this way about him.

You love for him was not a whim,

He was not a passing fancy,

And just maybe he will see

How much he has hurt you. 

But Mom, my chances are so few,

 

I never get to talk to him, he is

Always with her. She's

Guarding him like no other  

He's just not worth the bother.

 

But I can't help to remember

What it was like last December -

 

How lovely the roses were, 

And how I was so sure,

 

That we'd be together forever, 

How he would never

 

Look at another woman that way. 

But on that fateful day,

 

He saw her, with long, blonde 

Hair. I never even had a prayer,

 

To hope to stand against that beauty.

Honey, you're a real cutie,

Don't tell yourself such an awful thing,

Some day, the bell on the door will ring,

And on our doorstep will be

The most beautiful roses you will ever see

And more importantly,

Will be the man, you'll see

How good roses truly smell.