White Rose by Walter Poe

In the storm Stands the white rose tumultuous waves of destruction abound her Yet tall is the white rose strong in the face Of the sensed doom around her And she does not bow down Pure is the white rose In the compost earth growing eternal strength in the nights that so hurt I see not the white rose She is so far away But I long to protect her But only the words can I say So I send her my words And my poets heart To help her when there is hope to see her through Be Strong little flower Your heart will guide true And as long as you want I will always talk to you

do you believe in how a little something will trigger a memory?

i was in early secondary school when i first received this poem. little did i how lucky i was!
i just saw this again a few minutes ago when surfing for poems.

like how someone gifted me with this, i now want to give this thought out to my dearest friends. and my two incredibly impossible brothers Xin and Hong.

"as long as you want, i will always talk to you"

dad's birthday just passed like 20 minutes ago.
happy birthday, daddy. have a great weekend relaxing. i wish you endless health and happiness. for this weekend, chill and worry less alright? ♥

p.s. darl Xi's bro recently got involved in an accident. get well soon, Hang-kor!