Red As Blood

• Tahlia Lunau, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2015

It’s as red as blood, as fragile as glass
I hold it close as the seconds pass
Its petals are as soft as silk
I watch it as it starts to wilt
The one who gave it to me is no longer here
From my eye falls a single tear
The rose is with me but I’m all alone
And I know he will never come back home
Although I weep and sadness fills my heart
As long as I remember him, we will never be apart