In the language of flowers
Yellow roses mean
Friendship and joy
There are no better qualities
To describe you
Pleasant to all
And bursting with cheer
I found it so, so fitting
That they placed yellow roses
On your coffin
And knowing their meaning
It chokes me up
Still, even now
It was such a beautiful way
To symbolically describe
Exactly who you were
Your favourite colour was yellow
The colour of happiness
Optimism
And creativity
Everything you were
Everything you were supposed to be
You were taken from this world
When you were just a child
Sometimes I wonder
What kind of man
You would be today
I imagine you'd be creative
Perhaps a musician
Or an artist
I imagine you'd have lots of friends
And a pretty girlfriend
To bring to meet me
And perhaps a motorbike
And a leather jacket
I don't like to think about
The day you were taken away
So I distract my mind
With thoughts such as these
I think instead of how you would be
If you were still here
You'd be nineteen now
Perhaps you'd be in college
Or preparing to start a family
I know you'd still be the same
As you were as a child
Charming, mirthful
And always loving
But everytime I see yellow roses
I think of you
My sweet little nephew
Taken far too soon
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
I like to write, if that makes me a writer, then rock on!
I started writing as a child because I ran out of stuff to read. So, I only write stuff that I like. If you like it too, awesome! Enjoy! ^_^
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