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| Written by CG Girl |
| Friday, 09 October 2009 20:56 |
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Rose Written by: Cristina Gonzalez A child is like a rose Who has many thorns Time passes, they sharpen As she mourns As beautiful as a rose She smiles The scent of the rose Can be smelled for miles She was only eight years old When her petal began to rot She wanted to forget But then again, forgot She was a child Out of school she was taken It was a Wednesday She thought they were mistaken By the blink of her eyes A hospital she walked into She waited and waited And didn’t know what to do She walked into the room Where she started to frown That afternoon The first petal fell down Through her eyes she saw Tubes down her mother’s throat Teas in her eyes Her mom wrote her a note It said: “Don’t cry” Her daughter she embrace “Remember, I love you” More tears fell down this child’s face She prayed to God “Help my mom She’s sick today Let her get better I beg you as I pray She seems tired And I love her so Let her sleep well But please don’t let her go She’s my mother I am her daughter So I pray to you If tonight is the night, please take Another” The day was done And the child went home to rest She said her prayers But God knew what was best To take the mother Or leave her in her daughter’s request In his decision It was time for her to rest This child walked in bright and early Finding her mother sound asleep A voice whispered, “She’s gone, she died” This child, her daughter weeps It crushed her little heart Everyone could tell That morning Another petal fell She took a strong hate Toward everything around her She was in agonizing pain As she lost her mother Through this child’s eyes She was once pure and happy Those eyes looked in the mirror The child was me I hated not being able to talk to her Or being able to look at her face I hated not having her there She’ll never be replaced I hated Not hearing her voice I yelled at the stars Hoping she’d respond with a noise Nine years will pass Once April comes around I no longer look for a voice I no longer search for a sound She’s my guardian angel Who’s looking down As I look up at the stars To take away my frowns The hate I had Was only the pain The weather was tough I couldn’t stop the rain I go to where she rests As a rose I bring With many thorn My hand it stings I place it on her grave Because I am her rose I will love her forever Until my eyes close |
