The Rose My Mother Planted



The rose my mother planted, is just a memory,
the rose my mother planted, is far across the sea
I can remember it as a lad,
being tended with loving care by my dad
Running past him in the sun,
playing games, and having fun

But alas, alack, those days are gone,
still the childhood memories, linger on
Perhaps one day, who knows, we will see,
once more, I will gaze at mothers rose, across the sea

Tango





Poetry by Tango
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Written on 2009-10-02 at 10:34

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shells
A nostalgic look at childhood, sometimes we long for some of those moments again.
2009-10-02


Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
A very heartfelt and touching text. Thanks for sharing it with us.
2009-10-02