Rose Bush For Mother

by OHgreenman   Aug 6, 2007


Poor
Young child
Scarcely smiled
Straying alone
Nowhere labeled home
Wondering streets at night
Dreaming in pallid moonlight
Remembering the one polite
Woman of sixty, gloomy and gray
Would leave table scraps on a wooden tray

I'm poor, have nothing to repay her with
Closest thing to mother, 'ole gram Smith
Struggling with what I can do
To give a proper thank you
Finding wild roses
Placing in poses
For the front lawn's
Early dawn
Rose bush
Mom

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  • 17 years ago

    by Finalgravedigger

    Wow must care for her alot 5/5 by any chance could you read my poem power of try i love this write and would mean alot if you read it.

  • 17 years ago

    by Laura

    Excellent formed poetry. the words were touching and the rhymes were an added bonus!

  • 17 years ago

    by Melpomene

    Something about this double etheree truely took my breathe away. The emotions portrayed were really strong I loved reading this from start till finish and never lost interest what so ever. Well done on such an amazing poem. ~mel

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