I remember,
Within the cold earth we lay,
I remember your words,
"This will be the day,"
Did you know then what you've birthed?
Did you know what you've done?
Unbeknownst to you we are,
So very proud your daughters and sons,
I thought it ash upon first sight,
I thought it death for so so long,
I'm wondering now,
How could I have been so wrong?
You were a gift,
You were more,
You made it work,
You loved us even before,
We will not forget,
Not once in our days,
The man we loved,
Upon us raised,
Your place in our hearts untaken,
And only through unbefitting prose,
Could we ever attempt the beauty,
Of your red, red rose.