I give you a rose and said we’re through.
Stood there watching, then walked away from you.
I ran home, a child, for sure, you would call.
Waited by phone on the hall wall.
At last the phone ranged. “I love you!”
Tears welling up in my eyes, “so sorry to break up with you.”
“Hello,” A man said: “Your mom I want.”
I heard the low sound of phone dropping, how daunt!
Smile left mom’s face, frown came to her forehead.
“I am sorry darling.” She said, “He’s dead!”
Flashbacks of memories ran through my head.
The man said: “There is a strange thing to verify!”
I stood frozen there and did cry.
He said: “In his hand, there is a rose!
“The mortician can’t open his hand, it’s close!”…
[ Ellie ]
The pictures are from bing.com…