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White Rose

Poem By Konjit Berhane

Precious life, hers never seemed
Working from dusk till down
For anyone who inquires, with vim
She does every thing and anything in return for nothing

But a day turned into a deep dark night
She gave life to a baby, after a great agony and fight
Who thought she would leave here?
For she was strong and holding tight
But before any one could do anything
Her body froze and her face turned white

Her kid and siblings cried and people mourned
Who would bury a kind woman, put her under a stone
Even the sky cried, pouring its heavy rain
As if agonized and trying to wash away the pain

The husband’s cheek wet with tears
Cleaning his nose
All he could offer his wife
After her death was
Her favorite poem in her
Tombstone he did disclose
And for the last time her all time favorite
White rose.

October 10.2005

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And a great gift she gave to him returned as love.Very sad.
A sad and touching poem. Great work best wishes, Rissa.
Tender and sad. Nice write. Patricia Gale
awkward in spots but the story is very sensitive and sweet.


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