Sad Rose Sunday. Poem by Ross Mabey

Poem - Sad Rose Sunday.

By - Ross Mabey.

He was a young soldier, who loved liberty and life,
She was his passionate, devoted, loving wife.
As a hero, he fought and died in freedom's name,
Her life without him, would never be the same.

Each Sunday, as the years go by,
Lovingly, she places, a single rose of remembrance on the altar.
Remembering the joy and love they once shared,
And with no shame, her pain is bared.
Now, with wrinkled hands and hair of grey,
They call her, Sad Rose Sunday.

Theirs was a special kind of bond, she could feel his pain,
Even though he'd gone, she prays they'll meet again.
For he would always be, her one true love,
So young to die and goto heaven above.
No longer is she bitter, or does she questions why,
All that's left, is a silent tear and a longing sigh.


Copyright 2018. Ross Mabey.

Written August 7th 2018.