The Red Rose

[Jenny Robinson]

A single Red Rose,

it grew once wild and free.

No one takes notice in it's beauty,

no one but me.

For this is the rose,

that has been placed into my shaky hand.

I feel the pain beginning to grow once again,

as I clutch it close.

I do not want to let it go,

but I drop it into the hole.

With tears streaming down,

I watch the beautiful Red Rose.

As it falls into a tragically beautiful grave.  

[Judy Davidson]

Thank you Jenny Robinson, for sharing your beautiful and heartfelt poem about a deeply personal experience.  I'm sure the members will really enjoy it,

Gratefully,

Judy

Founding member