so blue
so manly
so frosty and bloomy
so dying full of gloomy
everything in a rose
is so deadly like my
grandfather
but lonely and so sad
like everything is so bad
the thought of a rose is so wonderful
but i forgive the sad rose
as my grandfather
dedicated to: wilson hunter sr.
born: october 15,1911
died: november 16, 2003
poem by: marie dasbaa hunter
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