Roger A. Rose Biography

I lay on my back, gazing at the majesty of the ebony sky;
playing connect-the-dots with the silver spots,
drawing pictures with my mind.
Clouds whisk by, sculpted by unseen winds in whimsy,
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It was in the Dead of Winter I saw them,
glowing under deep fallen snow.
Eerie fluorescence showing supernatural.
Strange lights somehow comforting,
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April 19,1995


At the morning table I view my world
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We watched him in the stark room.
Our vigil.
Mother stayed through the day,
we by night.
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I remembered the first of the days,
when Mama dragged me by the hand,
heel-dug in the gravel of the playground;
into the unknown.
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