Laura Lee And Her Rose

My name is Laura Lee And I enjoy spending my time Playing in the sunlight With my little Rose, The daughter of my dreams, She came to me As welcome as a lilac breeze Four years ago when I was twenty. I’m married to her father Who is seven years older than me, I was a young girl And he was tall and handsome, His words were sweet Like tree-ripened summer fruit And he made me feel loved Like I never felt before. When Rose was born, The love that was inside of me Was like a small seed taking form, Blossoming into flower and soul, Transforming me into mother And no longer a little girl, She was the petals of my heart. But the father of my Rose No longer appreciated the garden From which his flower sprung, The mother that gave him Such a lovely fragrance That will linger long into the world With his same blue eyes, He no longer kissed me tenderly like before, I felt rejected and despised. Rose’s father began offering His sun-sweetened words to other girls Even younger than me, Staying out late into the night Roaming the city streets Seeking superficial pleasures Instead of tending his garden and his flower. My heart broke like delicate chinaware, I wept in a world without rainbows, The man that gave me love Now treated me harshly and unkind; I know, I’ll have to leave him And find all my hope In the flower that came from me And the flower that will always be in me.