I'm Dyeing a White Rose Black

I’m dyeing a white rose black.
Such a pretty, perfect flower it was.
Too perfect compared to me.

I’m dyeing a white rose black.
But my fingers and eyes and heart are stained,
And yet, nobody will see.

I’m dyeing a white rose black.
Nothing could ever reverse such a crime.
A black rose this rose will be.

poem by Mary Cieslak
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You're a Sister, My Sister

To my sister Julia, who will do great things...

We never had planned this
We never tried.
You're a siter, my sister,
And I still ask why.

All the fighting and noise
And pulling hair;
You're a sister, my sister,
And it's just not fair.

We're sisters, and sometimes
I regret it.
Yet because of you, I'll
Never forget it!

BUT...

Through our ups and downs

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poem by Mary Cieslak
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