Rose Thorns

• Natasha Dube, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2017

When I was little,
We made rose chains.
Out in the garden sunlight fell like glitter.
"I crown you Princess Natasha",
She cried as she placed the flower crown on my small, precious, delicate head.
As she placed the other rose chain around my velvet neck,
It felt as if that whole afternoon were a fairy tale,
Our lives an endless 'happily ever after'.
Little did I know it was the beginning of the End.
Our own 'Once Upon A Nightmare'.
I wish I had never stopped picking roses,
I wish I had made a flower chain so long, It could bound us together & eternity.
Do they have roses in heaven?