BLUE ROSE ALI

Born with blue roses
instead of hair…angel Ali…
Wonder to behold

Children were afraid
to get close except for
Joey…ghetto boy…
They stared shyly
at each other from afar
Joey knew he loved her

As they grew older
Ali loved Joey back
with silent smiles

Ali couldn’t talk
Joey was a lonely waif
reaching one day
to touch a blue rose
It fell to the ground
They were amazed

Ali tried to pull
a rose that wouldn’t move
They were baffled
Each day Joey would
touch a rose and it would fall
Ali loved his touch

Just a few were left
Joey couldn’t help the kiss
It was magic then

The roses dropped
Most glorious hair fell to
her shoulders…Joey
stared in awe…it was
the color of sun
Her eyes turned blue

They married next year
far away in a meadow
where nobody knew
Ali could speak now
and the beauty of her words
Were “Joey…I do”

A storm arose
Instead of thunder, rain of
blue roses fell down
Guests were amazed
and to this day the meadow
grows with roses of blue

© Diane Morinich
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