Rose
Roses are red Violets are blue I prefer roses to violets but here I am Still blue I thought I knew you But the last time I saw you was actually the first time I saw you This is little Crystal I saw you in the hospital recently I had no words to say Roses are red, you are dead you can’t hear me yet I have so much to tell you You met one grandchild I have a picture somewhere The other two haven’t traveled home that often But I can tell them what I know Although you’ve passed, this is what you’re passing down Roses are read I read your obituary You owned business, your skills impacted the community, and your love for the family is ever present Just like the gifts you gave for birthdays and holidays The amount of times we drove from the east to west side Your house smelled of cigarettes and flowers and something cooking on the stove I will carry the desire to not be reached by phone if I’m sitting outside in the porch And you passed down the torch for brainstorming initiatives...