A BLUE ROSE

A BLUE ROSE

(dramatic fictional story)

My wife gave me a blue rose,

The color that she chose…

To symbolize

Our hope denied,

In death before her nose.

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The rising hope we had

Was really not so bad…

But denied

Those nights we cried,

No one could break our “sad”.

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So many babies died

Why couldn’t ours survive…

Dashed hope

We didn’t cope,

Wishing she were still alive!

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What’s even worse it seems

Is dashing of our dreams…

This little one,

So quickly run

Out on our schemes.

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Is it better to not have tried,

Of all children be denied…

We cannot say

For that way

We thus have grieved and cried.

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Love of parents yearn

For little ones in turn….

A life to be

Image of me,

Sorrowfully our hearts burn!

–Jonathan Caswell