I’ll cry tears of joy for you my child
I refuse to pity
Sixty five roses is not as pretty
As the flowers by name
You smile and a picture is made
Of radiance and hope
There is still some dancing to do
You are the star in the rose garden
Be not frightened my sweet girl
Love is all around you and spirits
Watch secretly over your life
There is room for you on earth
Forever
Roses never die
what a cutttteee poem 😉
Rachel , its not “cutttteee ;)”
Its a very very sad poem, about a thing that only few know the horror of.
cystic fibrosis is not a cute thing, in many cases its lucky for people who suffer from it, to live to 15 years of age,
look past the fad.
I really feel this poem, in the pit of my stomach, I love your style paolo.