Rose Poem by Joscelyn Alderdice

From hell this rose come,
But her journey was in vain.

She came to see you,
And make you smile,
And hoped she could
Stay awhile.

But you left her waiting at the door,
Hoping she would not knock,
More and more.

Finally she left all alone,
Leaving you on your own.

Upon returning to hell
The rose had a dizzy spell.
She then collapsed,
And fell into a laps.

Then you came,
But your journey was in vain.

For she had died,
Leaving you to cry and cry.

June 5,2008