Spare A Rose, save a child, A poem.


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





About Tim

I'm a blogger that writes about Type 1 Diabetes. I do this because I have 2 daughters with Type 1. I also have a another daughter and a baby boy that do not, I would prefer they don't get diagnosed either.
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2 Responses to Spare A Rose, save a child, A poem.

  1. Scott E says:

    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.

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