By Kris Whiteley depressedpoet@msn.com
Date: 14 January 2001

MY ROSE

MY ROSE

I found a rose one day.
I just sat there and admired it.
Each day went by and she grew a little...
closer to me.
Each nite....
She reached out a little more.
Slowly cultivating...
A seed,
it began to grow.
I was not alone.
Now that I had this friend near my side,
Budding......
Quietly.....
Softly....
effortlessly...
Her soft pedals....
O, how they nestled and tugged my side,
Her roots sometimes could lift me up,
Supporting me.
such a deep afflictions,
Oh yes,
it was by her silent smile.
This pollination....
she spreads
Has even reached me
from what atop the sky.
I have found...
....a home
..finally.

Unpublished Works © © 1999 Kris Whiteley

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