The white roses were there
This poem is in memory of a sweet, elderly lady who passed away recently. As I was there when she died, I've needed time to work through the emotions. As much as death is part of life, it's still an adjustment for those of us left behind.
Rest in peace, P. May we honour your life through acts of goodness and grace. You are missed by all who knew you.
The white roses were there
By Michelle Morris
10/10/2025
The white roses were there
When you closed your blue eyes
For the very last time
The white roses were there
When your soul took flight
And you went home to heaven
The white roses were there
When we said goodbye
To your body lying still and peaceful
The white roses were there
When we cried and shared our grief
The shock still lingering despite reality
The white roses were there
When they came to take you away
With quiet dignity and reverence
The white roses were there
When we drew the curtains
And turned off the lights
The white roses were there
When we closed the door
And tried to go about our lives
The white roses were there
When we couldn't sleep at night
And held memories close in the moonlight
The white roses were there
When we drew back the curtains
And let the sunlight in
The white roses were there
When we opened the windows
And let fresh air breathe life into the house again
The white roses were there
Every day, every hour, every minute
And now they are gone
They're with you up in heaven
There in the peace and magic
Of hope and faith and love
© Michelle Morris, 2025
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