About the Poem
How could one even contemplate the passing of a child? As a father of four, I could not even begin to comprehend the pain of such a loss. I wrote this poem as I was reminded of a young girl I knew from my childhood. In my profession, I have been forced to deal with parents of murdered children. No words could begin to explain the pain and grief one would feel. This poem is an attempt to relate to such a tragedy.
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A Gentle Rose
|by Tim Chambers|
What bell does toll the passing of a child?
A life so young so pure... unreconciled
That death should grasp her now without remorse
Just as her life sets sail its rocky course
Come Terpsichore and sing your songs of dance
And curse the evil Thanatos whose lance
Strikes deep into the mourners grieving soul
Rise up I pray, her life I do extol
A gentle rose whose beauty graced this earth
A loving soul, so caring full of mirth
I beg of thee, no songs of sorrow weep
But shout our hymns of praise, so all might keep
Her in our hearts for e'er, for we have known
A gentle rose, that God now calls his own.