White Rose
The day grows late, in the house where we,
Learned to stand on our own two feet,
A thousand lessons I never knew,
Built my body and shaped my truths,
All I have,
And all I am,
A gift without debt from a mothers hands.
As time escapes and daylight dies,
We’re joined by those who held your side,
As ghosts in vigil, we stand at guard,
In silent regard of all you are,
A voiceless choir,
We hold you higher,
Adorned in love burning bright as fire,
I’ll be right here,
And await the sound,
I know you’ll make when your voice is found,
It won’t be loud, but I know it’s close,
And just for me, forever the White Rose.
I take you now, past all you’ve known,
To bring you to where the sun lies low,
I’ll hold you high,
Arms out wide,
And give you to an open sky.
You’ll drift away from me,
And see the earth as I cannot see,
Stretched so far and growing small,
As troubles shrink to nothing at all.
I’ll watch you go,
And never show,
The fear that you could never know.
I will remain,
To tell them why,
Those who stay still watch the sky,
To know what we had is still so close,
I’ll stay here always, forever the White Rose.
(2010)
