Here is one for you:
Roses
in Arlington
The
roses in Arlington,
No
whispers gave speak,
To
caress of the tears,
Adorning
her cheeks.
The
gardenias said nothing,
Of whom
death had stung,
Nor a
kiss to remind her,
Of when
he was young.
No
lilies sang dirges,
To
soothe a heart now torn,
In
memory of the christening gown,
Stitched
the day he was born.
She
waited in twilight’s coming song,
For
Mother’s Day wishes left unheard,
But of
the child he was,
Or the
man he’d become,
The
roses in Arlington spoke not a word.
While not everything in the book won something, these are my personal favorites. It'll be out on e-book before you know it. Print's going to take a while!
That's my side of it,
Angel
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