Will you think about it
Some children go without insulin
In other places around the globe
They do not have
While you hold those 12 roses
A mother holds her child
The breaths are hard
And she wilts away
She cries mommy help me
But only a tear rolls down her cheek
She watches the dust come over the plains
Just like the death rolling over her daughter
Dry and parched are her lips
A father curses the night
As he hears her dying whimpers
Helpless he cries aloud
As you watch your 12 roses wilt
So does she
A mother’s heart breaks
A father cries out
Will you only buy 11 roses and donate the rest
You can change this story
You can change the end
Donate here please and for more information visit http://www.idf.org/lifeforachild/news/spare-a-rose-save-a-child-2014
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Very well-done, Tim! This is very different than the other Spare-a-Rose campaign posts I’ve read. Fewer words, yet it paints such vivid mental pictures.
Thanks Scott. It’s an important cause, and sometimes only poetry can channels the intense emotions behind this cause.