White Roses


just had a lovely family visit and they always make you think of the ones that aren’t there.

This is what they call a specular form of poetry. It’s fiendish but I managed this.

Dad – June 1924 – January 2020

We left white roses ‘neath the tree.
All together family
Came we once more to say goodbye,
But later when the tears were dry.
The long goodbye was over fast
When you won your peace at last.
I held your hand and kissed your face
When your breathing slowed its pace.
When the torment let you sleep
I broke my promise not to weep.

I broke my promise not to weep
When the torment let you sleep.
When your breathing slowed its pace
I held your hand and kissed your face.
When you won your peace at last
The long goodbye was over fast.
But later when the tears were dry
Came we once more to say goodbye.
All together family
We left white roses ‘neath the tree.

roses for dad

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2 responses to “White Roses

  1. Fair friend, what a lovely, lovely memorial. Thank you for sharing. A thing of beauty, dignified and lovely. You make me weep.

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