MY ROSE

by Christina Ogunmusesan

Every day, as time rushes through me,

I wonder who I am,

As I spend time alone with myself, I also see that I am always in the mood of

angriness and seem to be violent; what's

bordering deep inside?

I wish to have the Love to tender my heart

that was ragingly shattered.

Love so precious, that it mends the broken

pieces of my heart,

and to regain the tears that didn't deserve

to drop.

However, I still remain scared, afraid for

someone else to vandalize me, and remain

protective of myself.

My heart is a Rose, and the petals are

constantly being ripped apart.

"Why did my Rose have to be unraveled?"

This poem was written by my oldest granddaughter,

Christina Ogunmusesan.

Christina's parents: Ebenezer and Karen Ogunmusesan