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Sweet Rose Mother

Poetry By: Eskay Miras

A poem about my aunt, who raised me as her own child from when I was 2 years old.

Submitted:Feb 20, 2013    Reads: 14    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

Sweet Rose

for my mother

Sweet rose, let thy sweet aroma

Set me free. Imbibe my past

And fold it in thy silk petals

I yearn for thee to have me

Lost upon thy dew

Thy intricate countenance doth

Oblige my soul- to seek

A plain word singing true.

Upon thy life I lay

A blacked mark, soon cleansed

By none save for thee,

For seldom doth love beat

Upon my wretched heart. And in

This hour doth bloom thee, O

Sweet rose, let thy and Nature's

Ink indeed be a solace to him

In need of pink of warmth

Or red of love. Let thy breath

Carry me above my done deed

Ne'er to reap the fruit of that seed.


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