short funny poem

the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
by the rude bridge
do you hear the rain?
earth travails
i am a woman
you say you love me
there is an hour of peaceful rest
our pleasant moments fly
better than granite
she heard the children playing in the sun
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
listen to the sounding sea
their beautiful hair