The Fallen
10 August, 2010
Author: Morgan Bard
With no thorns that last rose held,
it gently fell to the ground
with grace, love and with honor.
Bringing tears to eyes,
that last rose fell,
always to her,
treasuring more,
like a father, no more.
------- Author's Notes -------
Written after the death of my grandfather, with a heavy heart. Morgan Bard - 10 year's old |
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Mary Bard (74.129.249.94) -- Thursday, August 12 2010, 06:38 pm This poem was written by my grandaughter. I think it is beautiful and shows the sorry that she felt when her Papa died. She is a very sensitive and talented young lady and I'm proud of her. |
| Aunt Shirley (74.138.208.222) -- Friday, August 13 2010, 08:39 pm I am very proud of you, keep up the good work. |
| Tarna (76.29.211.223) -- Friday, August 13 2010, 08:59 pm So sorry for the loss of your grandfather. Your love surely shows in the beauty of the words in this poem... you have a wonderful talent. I look forward to reading more in the future.. |
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