The red rose

A little boy died today,

but no one loved him,

yet people came to his funeral,

and cried in saddness,

but why?

why did they cry in saddness,

if nobody loved him?

asked a little girl,

because he died,

wispered a voice,

only she could hear,

the little girl looked at everybody in

hate and walked over to where the

little boy lay,

and sliped a red rose in his hand,

I will help you little boy,

said the little girl,

days later the little girl died by

killing herself,

on the day of her funeral,

nobody came,

just as she demanded......

with a red rose in hand..........

Debbie H. January,2,2007