Sweet Rose Mother

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

Submitted: February 20, 2013

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Submitted: February 20, 2013

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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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