Remember, Rose

Remember when you were a child,
before you learned to be afraid?

Remember when you were a child,
before you pushed the world away?

Remember when you were a child,
and swore a rose had words to say?

They say you shouldn't pick a rose,
but leave it standing where it grows,
just let it grow as it was meant,
the little rose that heaven sent.
Since sunny skies have gone all gray,
I wish that rose would speak today.\

Remember when the creek was frozen,
and you fell through, one dark December?

Remember when the house was burning,
and all was lost, to every ember?

Remember all that you've forgotten?
Remember all that you remember?

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(Photo credit: "rose" from Pablo Romeo on flickr)