I know what most of might be thinking. I injured myself working on a car and I just wanted to share my pain. But the truth is I just wrote a love poem for my wife and at the end of finishing it I started crying reviewing what I had just wrote.
How pathetic is that?
Update: Since a few of you have requested the poem I will post it. It a first run poem and I haven't changed anything so please be gentle.
Eleven Roses
There standing in a crystal vase
Eleven stems of green topped each with a face
The faces of eleven years all passed behind
Reminding us of treasured memories gone by
Some are sad with times of trials
Some are somber with moments of grief
Most are happy with memories of joy
And the brightest one shows how we started it all
Yet one stem lay all alone
It?s face covered like it was ashamed
When asked why
The little rose began to shine
I am the face of the year to come
And I do not know of my ending
But I do know this above all else
I will be loved as much as those already standing.
How pathetic is that?
Update: Since a few of you have requested the poem I will post it. It a first run poem and I haven't changed anything so please be gentle.
Eleven Roses
There standing in a crystal vase
Eleven stems of green topped each with a face
The faces of eleven years all passed behind
Reminding us of treasured memories gone by
Some are sad with times of trials
Some are somber with moments of grief
Most are happy with memories of joy
And the brightest one shows how we started it all
Yet one stem lay all alone
It?s face covered like it was ashamed
When asked why
The little rose began to shine
I am the face of the year to come
And I do not know of my ending
But I do know this above all else
I will be loved as much as those already standing.
