One Red Rose

• Jessica Charlton, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2009

One Red Rose

The ghost of my friend, he is no longer here.
My mind is clogged up, it's not clear.
I go down to weep by the old willow
At night my cries are stifled by my pillow.

His sports teams with black arm bands.
The crowds are all quite in the grandstands.
The seagulls disrupt this black day,
They are noisy and cause a lot of disarray.

He was my friend my one and only
I am not accepted now I am lonely.
It's because I am different, It's not fare,
Is it because of the colour of my hair?

I will walk away from this place alone,
The dog can't cheer me with his squeaky bone.
The door to our friendship is now locked close,
As I say goodbye with One Red Rose.


By Jessica Charlton Year 8