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A Yellow Rose

A young fallen dishearten father slowly plucked the yellow rose from off the bush to take to his young son's grave, to morn each day for this young child that was taken from him so early, is more than this man can take only thing that keeps him going is someday they will meet again up there in glory land, until then he will place a yellow rose on this lonely grave each day, until the roses are all gone. Written 6-30-11

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Joe Maverick

Date: 1/25/2012 10:57:00 AM

A very sad write here James,, what is it about such situations that touch us so deeply, that causes us to write of them..? some say it helps remove the pain, yet i would rather have the pain.. than lose the sharp memory of a loved one...that's just me though..) so i would write to keep a recall..... i wonder if that's "the thing to do"..?

Matthew Anish

Date: 7/19/2011 3:58:00 PM

Fine poem about a sad situation. You should have written "disheartend" but that is a small quibble. Keep 'em coming! Yours Matthew Anish

Zzzzz Zzzzz

Date: 7/5/2011 4:33:00 AM

A poignant piece indeed. No parent should have to witness the death of their child, but it happens all too often. Very sad but poetic write. Regards, Robert.

Jack Horne

Date: 7/1/2011 2:30:00 PM

Lovely tender write, James. A friend of mine loves yellow roses. Do they stand for anything? (As in true love/passion with red roses?)

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 7/1/2011 10:54:00 AM

Enjoyed reading the words that flowed from your pen today. I hope you have a wonderful fun filled weekend and that you find miles of inspiration along the way James. Love, Carol

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/30/2011 9:55:00 PM

I really like how you ended this one, until the roses are all gone. That was so poetic. One day the roses will be gone. and maybe then this person will reunite with the boy.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 6/30/2011 3:47:00 PM

so sensitive and tragic tale in poetry James.. my own Mother luved yellow roses.. her fav and now she wears a crown of them in Heaven as this sweet child smells the fragrance of the rose from his father.. I have lost a child too so understand this tragedy full well my friend.. touching..

Joyce Johnson

Date: 6/30/2011 2:56:00 PM

I am so sorry James. I too have lost a son but he had been allowed to have a good life before being taken. The hardest thing for a parent. This is lovely. Love, Joyce

Carrie Richards

Date: 6/30/2011 2:39:00 PM

This touches deeply, James....as I know this is a true part of your life. Writing it in such a beautiful poem, is like opening up the heart for healing, ...a little at a time.

Cory Long

Date: 6/30/2011 2:23:00 PM

this write had so much emotion tied to it and was so nicely penned. cory

Judy Ball

Date: 6/30/2011 1:55:00 PM

A rose for a rose. An esceptional piece with insight and compassion for those who have loved and lost a child. No one should ever have to bury a child. God Bless, JB