A Rose Petal Falls (In memory of my Ashley)
This is the first poem I ever wrote. I wrote it in memory of my niece who died that year from Leukemia. I was 15. It’s not very good, but that was the start of my intense love affair with poetry.
A Rose Petal Falls
In the garden beyond the ivory gate, stands a lone rosebush Beside it sits a littler girl, and for one,--the end is near.
The rose bush weeps, the little girl watches The rain falls down, and angels sing.
Louder and louder the chorus rises, a smile The child smiles, and pain is forgotten.
With morning, voices echo on the wind The light caresses, and takes her hand.
Then through the pain, the smile is back A little girl dies, and a rose petal falls.