Rose K.

She doesn't know the man Who tries to push her wheelchair in the sand. She just looks out to sea. He's talking endlessly. Oh, why won't he shutup? I take my medicine I crush the paper cup. Oh, maybe he's my son And he's come to set me free. She knows that she forgot That there's a story and she Can't recall the plot. Of course her family fought Over the furniture. Oh, I don't know why they Have taken all my favorite things away But one thing is for sure I don't know what they were. They say a stone is a marker And that it has weight. The say it's solid But it can deteriorate. The air is like a hand Reminding her of all the things she's planned. Like air the thought is gone never to come again. We came out to the beach To find the mind I've lost and cannot reach. I used to keep it here. It was much cleaner then. They say a rose is a flower and that it is red. It blooms, it grows, it wilts And then it is dead. They say a stone is a marker and that it has weight. They say it's solid But it can deteriorate. They say a rose is a flower and that it is red. It blooms, it grows, And then it is dead. Oh, Rose Kennedy.