The Day That Roses died
A/n This is a poem in memory of Zach. The 14-year-old kid in my grade who died to young, on the day of his first freshman dance, of a heart condition that should've given him at least ten more years.
This was written the day after Sady Hawkins, by me, right after our grade met at the school to mourn.
You never know what life will bring,
You never know what's going to happen,
You never know when angels sing,
And guide a soul to heaven,
You never know when it's time to cry
You never know, you don't know why,
You never know why roses die,
You'll never know what happened
A young life,
Snatched away
In the blinking of an eye
You'll never know why you were with his friends that day
The day that roses died
The winter wind struck cold and harsh,
On the grieving souls outside,
The sobbing kids, all deep in grief
The day that roses died,
Life will take its twists and turns,
But keep the memory deep inside
The memory of that sweet nice kid
And the memory of the day. . .
The day that roses died
A/n Depressing? I know. I came out with this the day after he died. My friend told me that the flower her boyfriend had given her had died because we were outside so long, waiting to go home after we heard the news. That gave me the idea, as well as my mom saying, "You never know what can happen," To Zach, may you rest in peace, and even though you were only 14, know that we'll all remember you forever. And my prayers go out to his family.
Ttfn
Katia
A/n This is a poem in memory of Zach. The 14-year-old kid in my grade who died to young, on the day of his first freshman dance, of a heart condition that should've given him at least ten more years.
This was written the day after Sady Hawkins, by me, right after our grade met at the school to mourn.
You never know what life will bring,
You never know what's going to happen,
You never know when angels sing,
And guide a soul to heaven,
You never know when it's time to cry
You never know, you don't know why,
You never know why roses die,
You'll never know what happened
A young life,
Snatched away
In the blinking of an eye
You'll never know why you were with his friends that day
The day that roses died
The winter wind struck cold and harsh,
On the grieving souls outside,
The sobbing kids, all deep in grief
The day that roses died,
Life will take its twists and turns,
But keep the memory deep inside
The memory of that sweet nice kid
And the memory of the day. . .
The day that roses died
A/n Depressing? I know. I came out with this the day after he died. My friend told me that the flower her boyfriend had given her had died because we were outside so long, waiting to go home after we heard the news. That gave me the idea, as well as my mom saying, "You never know what can happen," To Zach, may you rest in peace, and even though you were only 14, know that we'll all remember you forever. And my prayers go out to his family.
Ttfn
Katia
