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MY MUMMY THE ROSE
Contributed by
shellygervasoni
on
Friday, 27th January 2012 @ 06:47:13 AM in AEST
Topic:
toughstuff
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I see a beautiful rose, In the dead garden below. It stands there proud, Will it ever know.
That someday soon, There will come someone. And they will pick that rose, And its beauty will come undone.
But noone came for you, Noone took your beauty away. Than something strange, Happened one winter day.
I went out to see you, In my summers dress. Mumma didnt approve, Because the dirt would make a mess.
I looked at you, something had changed, Your petals had fallen had hit the ground. I watched as another fell, It fell without a sound.
I ran inside crying, I ran to my mum. She told me what happens to the rose, When it loses its sun.
I cried for the rose, It was sad to me. When i woke up, Mum said the rose was free.
I remembered the rose, For an entire year. Than i saw my mum, And my eyes began to tear.
"Mummy you lost your sun," We cried and hugged too. My mothers body was dying, And i couldnt help but feel blue.
I woke up one morning, My mummy i wanted to see. I saw mummy on the bed, All i could say was "mummy you are free"
My mummy was a rose, Her petals had to fall. And when her sun vanished, God made a call.
My mummy lives in heaven now, She is watching over me. And all i think to myself, Is "mummy one day i will be free."
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shellygervasoni
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2012-01-27 06:47:13] (Date/Time posted on
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