No Rose
by
Moses Hochstetler
(Age: 59)
copyright 08-31-2003
Age Rating: 10 to 127
A lone red rose reclines on the casket,
A symbol of bravery and braun.
The young man had fought with his comrades-in-arms
And fell dead at the breaking of dawn.
In the prime of his life he's taken away,
Removed from family and friends.
What might have been done now can never more be,
When life so brutally ends.
A lone white rose to garnish the casket,
A symbol of love pure and true.
The young lady fair had died in the night
And lay lifeless and cold in our view.
In an age of beauty she's taken away,
Torn from the closest of friends.
What might have been done now can never more be,
When life so tragically ends.
A lone yellow rose rests on the casket,
A symbol of youth undefiled.
A reckless car driven too fast on the street,
Without warning brought death to the child.
At the onset of youth the life is cut short,
Taken from parents and friends.
What might have been done now can never more be,
When life so suddenly ends.
Not one red rose on a casket reclines,
No white rose in memory of loss.
No yellow rose rests atop a box on a stand
For the end of a precious life lost.
At the start of new life all hope is abandoned,
Taken from all future friends.
What might have been done now can never more be,
When life so meaningful ends.
There should have been Jenny with bright eyes blue,
So warm and so generous to all.
There should have been Ben, the friendliest sort;
A helpful man handsome and tall.
There should have been others, all taken away;
No memory from family and friends.
What might have been done now can never more be,
No rose can e'er make amends.
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Written with such emotion and compassion for the one that recieves no rose. No chance to fill the lungs with the fresh morning air. NO family present to grieve. Every verse more powerful than the one before because each becomes a younger victim and the last verse the most powerful for life that was never lived never held in loving arms for one second. The tiny one stripped from the womb. Emotion packed powerful words with a valuble message. A perfect ten from me Moses. It does not get any better.
Absoloutly beautiful poem, Moses! The first part literally made me cry. Two of the closest people in the world to me are in the military, and to know that soon, one my not be with me...
James, my best friend, who is being shipped off as soon as he leaves in another week.
Matt, my cousin, still in Iraq, part of the third infantry, who was the first group in the gates of Baghdad.
Death comes to all of us, and it takes us on to the life we've chosen. This is such a touching peace, and one that strikes something in the heart for all of us. All of this happens far too much. Wonderful job.
Death when unnecessary is a tragic thing. The rose is symbolic but can never ease the loss as you readily point out. This is a sobering piece Moses, well crafted and poignant.
Regards,
Gregory
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