The Rose

I saw a red rose on the stone next to your tree

You can’t imagine what this did to me

Your being remembered made me so happy and glad

And for few moments I forgot how much I’m sad

Who is this person? He or she must be so sweet

To have left you a red rose, I wish I can meet

I stood there with tears falling from my eyes

No one ever forgets the person who dies

As I picked it from the floor I called your name

Asking,” Do you know from whom this rose came?”

Silence embraced me as your father and I stood

This person remembers you because you were good

Thank you for the rose whoever you are

I know that Samar thanks you from afar.

Randah R. Hamadeh, Copyright© 2012

Written in loving memory of my daughter

Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)