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THE ROSE
There was this rose
that a man had bought for his love
it was so beautiful
and as loyal as a dove
The man planted the rose
in the garden of their house
the rose grew so little
it was as small as a mouse
For two months they waited
for the rose to bloom
the months passed by
and then came June
On that Sunday
the man and his family were on their way to mass
not knowing that it would be the man's last
The man fell sick
and was rushed to aid
for the doctors to tell them
that he had lost his brain
Five days later the man had died
the family mourned and cried, cried, and cried
And on that sad day the rose had bloomed,
and grew and grew and grew
The rose was so succulent
it was as bright as the sun
the rose was so beautiful
for its life had just begun.
- NishaMary Prasad June 7, 2002
RIP