She planted roses, in the sunny part of the lawn.
The Stones around the planting bare,
No other marker marked the life she planted there.
All life is seasons, some short, some long;
Some life so short, unknown to all
but those who bore them.
A woman mourns and with meticulous care
Attends three rosebushes.
Praying for a child, ne'er to plant rosebush again.
The Stones around the planting bare,
No other marker marked the life she planted there.
All life is seasons, some short, some long;
Some life so short, unknown to all
but those who bore them.
A woman mourns and with meticulous care
Attends three rosebushes.
Praying for a child, ne'er to plant rosebush again.
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