Roses for Rebecca


United States
43° 8' 23.1936" N, 88° 6' 34.6032" W

(poems go here) In line we stand, waiting to see what once was
All dressed up, but why?
Tears become inevitable
So many people
Closer now
We pass the pictures
Daughter, wife, mother is says
Closer now
Should I have known, but I was hardly over 16
And she barely 30
Closer now
I near her, laying quiet
A scarf around her neck
But she was still beautiful
I never thought there would be roses for Rebecca

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