This was my first poem when i was about 7 or 8.
Grandpa...

Look!do you see them?
the white roses in a world of darkness...

Why i write,
i dont know why...

I need to let you go,
i am no good for you...

Why must you leave?
stay a while longer...

I wish you knew,
how much i love you...

I hold this child in my arms,
he gives me a smile and laughs...

Her eyes closed,
her hands folded gently...

I cry out every night,
i call out to you...

Smelling the roses on the roadside,
enjoying life...

The tears of life in my eyes,
are as the rain...

I know shes there,
a sister at heart...