REFLECTIONS ON MY JOURNEY

THE GIRL WHO WAS A ROSEBY MARIA LINDBERG

A SEED WAS GENTLEY PLANTED
IN ENGLAND'S FERTILE LAND;
ITS EVERY NEED WAS NURTURED-
WITH LOVE AND CARE BY HAND.

A LITTLE SPROUT BEGAN TO GROW
ITS LEAVES REACHED TO THE SKY
ITS ROOTS BEGAN TO DEEPEN-
ITS SOUL BEGAN TO FLY.

THE SPROUT BECAME A LOVELY ROSE
ITS PETALS SNOWY WHITE
AND EVERYBODY TREASURED IT-
IT SHIMMERED IN THE LIGHT.

THE ROSE, IT GREW IN BEAUTY
ITS STALK WAS TALL AND GREEN;
A PRINCE, HE STOPPED TO PICK IT-
AS IN A LOVELY DREAM.

HE GENTLEY TOUCHED THE LOVELY ROSE
HE BREATHED ITS RARE PERFUME;
HE TUCKED IT IN HIS POCKET
-AND-
HE TOOK IT TO ITS DOOM.

HE PLACED IT IN HIS PALACE
FOR ALL THE WORLD TO SEE;
AND ALL WHO CAME TO SEE IT
-SAID-
"WISH IT BELONGED TO ME!"

THE ROSE WAS SAD AND LONELY
IT ONLY LONGED TO GROW;
ALL WHO SAW IT TOUCHED IT-
THEY HURT IT AND DIDN'T KNOW.

THE ROSE IT STARTED WILTING
LACK OF LOVE MAKES ALL THINGS DIE;
IT NEVER GOT TO BE FULL BLOOM-
THE ROSE COULD ONLY CRY.

THE ROSE IT TRIED TO RUN AWAY
AS ALL THINGS CAPTIVE MUST;
BUT ALL WHO SOUGHT IT, CRUSHED IT-
AND GROUND IT INTO DUST.

ITS PETALS BLEW INTO THE WIND
THEY FLUTTERED IN THE SKY;
AND ALL WHO LOVED THE GENTLE ROSE-
-CRIED-
"NO DON'T LET IT DIE!"

THE PETALS TURNED AND FLOATED
INTO THE WARM DARK NIGHT;
THEY DANCED INTO THE SUMMER BREEZE-
THEY DRIFTED OUT OF SIGHT...

THE PETALS OF THE LOVELY ROSE
NOW REST ON ENGLAND'S SHORE;
ITS FRAGRANCE LINGERS IN THE MIST-
ITS SONG FOREVERMORE. .

SOME THINGS ARE MEANT TO LOOK AT
SOME THINGS ARE MEANT TO HOLD;
SOME THINGS ARE MEANT TO TEACH US-
ITS STORY MUST BE TOLD.

THE ROSE WILL ALWAYS BE THERE
FOREVER, I SUPPOSE
THE STORY WILL REMIND US
-OF-
THE GIRL WHO WAS A ROSE.
MARIA LINDBERG
5-98

THE FIRST AND THE LAST

HE WAS THE FIRST TO TOUCH HER
WITH HANDS THAT SPOKE OF LOVE--
HE WAS THE FIRST TO CALL HER
HIS GIFT FROM GOD ABOVE.

HE WAS THE FIRST TO GIVE HER
A CHILD, A SON TO HOLD--
HE WAS THE FIRST TO WHISPER
"MY LOVE FOR YOU GROWS COLD."

HE WAS THE FIRST TO TELL HER
"YOU CHANGE THE WAY YOU ARE!"
HE WAS THE FIRST TO HURT HER
AS HUSBANDS OFTEN ARE.

HE WAS THE FIRST TO LEAVE HER
IN HIS HEART AND IN HIS HEAD--
HE WAS THE FIRST TO BREAK HIS VOWS
IN SOMEONE ELSE'S BED.

HE WAS THE FIRST TO TAKE HER DREAMS
AND GROUND THEM INTO DUST--
HE WAS THE FIRST TO TELL THE WORLD
HOW HE BETRAYED HER TRUST.

HE WAS THE FIRST TO WOUND HER
SHE WAS THE ONE WHO CRIED--
HE WAS THE FIRST TO PUT HER DOWN
NO MATTER HOW HARD SHE TRIED.

HE WAS THE FIRST TO SEE HER
HE WALKED SLOWLEY THROUGH THE DOOR--
HE WAS THE FIRST TO REACH HER SIDE
DIANA WAS NO MORE.

HE WAS THE LAST TO STAND THERE
HE THOUGHT WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN--
HE WAS THE LAST TO HURT HER
-AND-
HE'LL NEVER HURT HER AGAIN.
MARIA LINDBERG 9-97

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