The Song Of A Rose


She blossoms in the
tile echo of midnight
and the needle drip
of medicine seeking
a vein to riddle.

When the valley seems too long
her voice steals the breath from doubt
to fill the air with the music of healing.

A beautiful porcelain skin rose
she transcends the concrete garden
where why never finds an answer
and sings a new song of morning.

©Susie Clevenger 2015


This is my beautiful daughter, Cynthia Dawn.

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Comments

Margaret said…
Beautiful poem, beautiful voice and ... she is one of those rare people that look beautiful with no hair. Just stunning.
June 5, 2015 at 11:31 PM
brudberg said…
The beauty of your daughter is profound. But though she's beautiful without her hair I wish for her full hair to return.
June 6, 2015 at 1:21 AM
Rosemary Nissen-Wade said…
She is indeed a beautiful blossom. May she bloom long and strong!
June 6, 2015 at 2:48 AM
heidi said…
This is a lovely poem, Susie. And your daughter is beautiful.
June 6, 2015 at 3:20 AM
Anonymous said…
"Beauty heals" could be my brother's epitaph -- his love of beauty lives on, at least -- the purity and haunting permanence of flowers blossoms here too, stronger than the garden of loss. Amen.
June 6, 2015 at 4:59 AM
kaykuala said…
One can well blossom under trying times. Takes lots of efforts but worth it.Wonderful write Susie!

Hank
June 6, 2015 at 5:07 AM
Outlawyer said…
Agree with Margaret--beautiful poem and girl and your love too, of course, is beautiful. No answer for why. Hope all goes well. k.
June 6, 2015 at 6:46 AM
Sanaa Rizvi said…
A magnificent write radiating pure wisdom! Your daughter is beautiful and reminds me of you :D such a strong resemblance..! Wish her a joyous and most prosperous life ahead :D

Lots of love,
Sanaa
June 6, 2015 at 8:23 AM
Sumana Roy said…
she is a treasure...such a honeyed voice she has & a heartfelt poem Susie...
June 6, 2015 at 8:36 AM
Ginny Brannan said…
In moments of trial, we find strength in our roots, and from the light of all who surround us. In spite of all she is going through, your daughter is truly beautiful, inside and out; her own light shines from her face, her smile, the spark in her eyes. As difficult as it is for her to be ill, I know as a mom that you carry the weight of her pain also. Thank you for sharing her beautiful photo and voice with us. Prayers for your lovely daughter, and for you and the rest your family. Remember to take care of yourself, too.
June 6, 2015 at 9:08 AM
Susie Swanson said…
So heart touching and beautiful Susie. Prayers for her.
June 6, 2015 at 10:06 AM
Kerry O'Connor said…
A beautiful porcelain skin rose
she transcends the concrete garden...

This brought tears to my eyes, Susie.
June 6, 2015 at 11:06 AM
Lolamouse said…
What a lovely tribute to your beautiful daughter. Wishing you both the best!
June 6, 2015 at 12:55 PM
hedgewitch said…
This poem is as strong and as sweet and beautiful as your daughter's voice, and the inner light which gives her her song in spite of that cold concrete garden whose blooms are few. Thinking of you both.
June 6, 2015 at 2:22 PM
Gillena Cox said…
aw, she is beautiful, best regards to you both facing present challenges

much love...
June 6, 2015 at 3:31 PM
Sherry Blue Sky said…
"Where why never finds an answer" - but she sings her hopeful song of morning nevertheless. What a beauty she is, Susie. She must take your breath away. She does mine. Her song is so beautiful.
June 6, 2015 at 4:17 PM
Hannah said…
Tears...this is so tender and yet such strength flows through this piece...your daughter is so special. ♥
June 6, 2015 at 6:32 PM
De Jackson said…
Ohhhh. Just wonderful. Love the double meaning offered in "mo(u)rning," and that "why" never answered. So sadly true, and all too often. This is a lovely, touching take on the prompt.
June 7, 2015 at 10:58 AM
Anonymous said…
This is stunning. So very powerful. Gorgeous picture.
June 8, 2015 at 10:33 AM
grapeling said…
sometimes, like here, more light shines through than can be held by dry eyes, and so they moisten, to soften the brilliance... ~
June 8, 2015 at 7:17 PM
rallentanda said…
May your daughter recover fully, remembering as someone else said to nurture yourself with a few happy moments too.Beautiful poem. Thank you for your lovely comment on my blog.
June 18, 2015 at 10:29 PM
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