Post by JC4life on May 3, 2004 1:23:30 GMT -5
I've been told by many that the idea behind this poem (the rose) is very chiche. But the truth is, this is a true story, and as much as I would like to, I can't change it. I hope you enjoy this 
Watching you cry,
From the back of the church,
I wanted to die,
And leave this aged earth.
Taking your pain
Would have been great.
If I’d had the choice,
I would have died in his place.
When you got up,
I knew you would speak,
How could you do it?
You looked worn-out and weak.
But somehow you did,
Without a crack in your voice,
You gave a great speech,
And it was all your own choice.
At the grave was a rose,
For each family member
They all laid one on,
Forced to remember.
With the last two left,
You took my hand,
And whispered to me,
“Come say goodbye to my dad.”
As we walked to the front,
All the people; they watched.
Looking upon,
The one they forgot.
We laid the last roses,
On the casket so fair,
You bid him goodbye,
Without shedding a tear.
Your mom, how she cried,
Your sister broke down.
I sobbed like a child
And you just looked on.
No matter how hard,
I try and I try,
I can’t take his place,
It was his time to die.
The conditions were strong,
There was not much they could do,
He left behind his wife,
And his kids; he had two.
His memory lives on,
In our hearts and our minds,
We will never forget,
Someone as kind.
Watching you cry,
From the back of the church,
I wanted to die,
And leave this aged earth.
Taking your pain
Would have been great.
If I’d had the choice,
I would have died in his place.
When you got up,
I knew you would speak,
How could you do it?
You looked worn-out and weak.
But somehow you did,
Without a crack in your voice,
You gave a great speech,
And it was all your own choice.
At the grave was a rose,
For each family member
They all laid one on,
Forced to remember.
With the last two left,
You took my hand,
And whispered to me,
“Come say goodbye to my dad.”
As we walked to the front,
All the people; they watched.
Looking upon,
The one they forgot.
We laid the last roses,
On the casket so fair,
You bid him goodbye,
Without shedding a tear.
Your mom, how she cried,
Your sister broke down.
I sobbed like a child
And you just looked on.
No matter how hard,
I try and I try,
I can’t take his place,
It was his time to die.
The conditions were strong,
There was not much they could do,
He left behind his wife,
And his kids; he had two.
His memory lives on,
In our hearts and our minds,
We will never forget,
Someone as kind.
