Rose K.

She doesn’t know the man
Who tries to push her wheelchair in the sand.
She just looks out to sea.
He’s talking endlessly.
Oh, why won’t he shutup?
I take my medicine
I crush the paper cup.
Oh, maybe he’s my son
And he’s come to set me free.
She knows that she forgot
That there’s a story and she
Can’t recall the plot.
Of course her family fought
Over the furniture.
Oh, I don’t know why they
Have taken all my favorite things away
But one thing is for sure
I don’t know what they were.
They say a stone is a marker
And that it has weight.
The say it’s solid
But it can deteriorate.
The air is like a hand
Reminding her of all the things she’s
planned.
Like air the thought is gone
never to come again.
We came out to the beach
To find the mind I’ve lost and cannot reach.
I used to keep it here.
It was much cleaner then.
They say a rose is a flower
and that it is red.
It blooms, it grows, it wilts
And then it is dead.
They say a stone is a marker
and that it has weight.
They say it’s solid
But it can deteriorate.
They say a rose is a flower
and that it is red.
It blooms, it grows,
And then it is dead.
Oh, Rose Kennedy.