⚠️Warning: This poem can be a bit depressing to some readers.
Pretty little white flowers on the grave,
The family weeping for the dead
Mom is crying while the brother is brave,
Mom in her arms, away little sister lead,
Towards a house no longer alive,
Towards a house which held all five.
Pretty little white flowers on the grave,
The family weeping for the dead
Mom is crying while sister is brave,
To study abroad, brother left
Towards a house no longer complete,
Sister took her mother, to rest her feet.
Pretty little wild flowers on the grave,
The family weeping for the dead
Mom is crying again this year, near the base
This year three children are going to be wed
Now in that house only one lives,
Crying alone with her memories
The day her husband died,
The family fell apart which he had tied.
~Tris Scandal♡
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