I know that I am dying, I am fading fast,
my life is almost over, by tomorrow I will be dead;
and I find myself on a grave stone draped in quietus,
come the next dawn- I will be withered gone.
A girl brought me to this vast place of deep tears,
her sad weeping wet my soft red velvet petals;
she had plucked me from my shade in her little garden,
oh, I was so happy there growing by the fence.
I heard her say the word baby in her sadness,
then she placed me gently on this cold tomb to die;
will I bring the baby peace- will the baby know me,
soon we are alone, baby and me- hello I whisper.
My name is Rose, soon I will join you in the other world,
that night I watched the moon and stars above;
for the last time I knew the dawn and then I gasped,
all was still - I was in the hand of a child.
The child pressed me to his lips and kissed me beautiful,
my petals were no longer brittle cold but lovely;
and here we lay under the blue azure sky and cool earth,
a rose and a baby boy, joined in death by eternal love.
For years we listen to birds singing and wind sighing,
the rain gently falling and snowflakes drifting in winter;
birds in circled flight above and distant whispers of love,
and the tears of a sad girl falling on our tomb . . .
and then, she came to be with us .
August 23, 2016
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Submitted to the contest, Your Choice (10)Personification
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