Cries of The Daughter

Nae's Nest —  April 19, 2013 — Leave a comment

I am the daughter of the rose

Graced with a beautiful life

Delicate are my petals

Gently they begin to fall

The teardrop of the rose

She cries for her daughter

She cries for her soul

She is a lamb gone to slaughter

One of life’s thorns was aimed at her

Thorn and his army, fight in vigor

Eagerly taking over the rose

Leaving no survivor

Feeding on her leaves

Pestilent disease

Life was but a season

Beautiful blooms in her youth

Slowly wilting away

If only she sought a higher power

She might still be here today

by Renee Robinson

Nae's Nest


I find myself "Dancing With Cancer", problem is...I can't dance. I stumble, bumble, and get pulled along. To keep my sanity, (humor me), I write short stories, a journal, musings and poetry....just about anything goes.

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