Poem: The Softest Rose

Trigger Warning!

This is Tod Leben. Triggers are expected. Not everything will have them here, though. Better safe than sorry.

Death; Grief

The Softest Rose

In my garden stands many flowers.
Bright blooms from spring to fall.
But every year I collect one special:
The softest rose for the one I love.

I don’t mean the romantic love
That books always scream,
Or tv tells you is the only type.
I mean the real forever love.

In a graveyard like many others
Sits a grave I visit very often.
Every year with my softest rose,
I place it upon my grandmother.

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