Yellow Roses

A single Yellow Rose
Lay upon the dusty mound
A symbol of the memory
For another teardrop found

Once around that Yellow Rose
There was laughter oh so near
Now it simply lies alone
No smiles beside it here

The Yellow Rose remembers
The lessons life had taught
It cries out to who will listen
About the battles it had fought

Oh Yellow Rose, oh Yellow Rose
Won't you please stand tall?
Mind the trouble in the way
No jeers should make you fall

That Yellow Rose was there for you
Before, remember when?
Take that with you, to keep you strong,
Until you begin again.


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When I was home in Peace River last weekend, I left a yellow rose for my mom. I remarked how lonely that rose looked on the loose dirt that covered her grave. I thought, maybe I was like that yellow rose...and wrote this poem.

PS
Yellow roses were mom's favourite...
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