The Life From Her Rose

Tormented and bewildered

I lived a life of shame

Guilt ridden angst

Longing for her love

Always just out of reach

I found her journals

She too carried a cross

Her eldest daughter

Raised as her sister

Fear and shame

Choked the love

She had for me

Like a weed wrapped

Around a beautiful Rose

Mommie, I am sorry

They made you feel

Less than a Mother

Our time together was

Cut short by a weed

Called Cancer that wrapped

Itself around you choking

The Life from your Rose

 

Dedicated to My Beautiful Mother, Nancie, On Her Birthday…A Lover of Roses…xxlarge_soft_pink_rose

 

 

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