By Emily
Life is like a rose
Made to wilt and die
Some roses last longer
Others may try
But all will wilt and die.
Your rose didn’t last as long as it should
To make it last longer
You thought you could.
Some days I stand in a rose field
And wonder why
Every single rose that blooms
Has to wilt and die.
I see your eyes in the shining sun
Your smile in the sky
You’re the wind on my neck as I run
And the birds that are flying high.
But your rose had a reason to leave
To be with the angels you see
Though sometimes I sit and grieve
You’re a guardian angel to me.
By Emily Kittel
