Rose
You were so beautiful; how could we know what was going on with you?
The way they found you was a horrible sight; what did you do?
I still think of you every day.
About how you made me be me in so many ways.
You had a daughter, and a son to think of, you know.
Why didn't you tell me your pain? It would never show.
I wanted to make you come back; take a breath once more,
I wanted to ask you all the questions that make me unsure.
You smiled, and you laughed,
But in the end you still took your own life.
Why? Did holding your little newborn girl cause that much strife?
Well, I will never know, but I will always love you.
I will always remember the real and love-filled you.
