Paper Roses she left them by the stairs,
Dampened by her tears as they stood.
Forcing on adulthood, death seems so cruel,
Claiming a loving father, known for his good.
Paper Roses made of tissues taken from a box,
While crying beside the visitation stand.
Twisted just like he showed her just the other day,
Alone they cried as they held each others hand.
Paper Roses, so fragile when tears fall,
And they collect too many for their size.
He ask if she might scatter them around him,
And place one in his hand by his side
Knowing that he might need them,
While watching daily with his love,
Paper Roses will help dry the tears,
That he’d be crying from up above.
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Submission Name: Paper Roses -Revised
