My Rosie

poem by: Christopher Russon
Written on Sep 03, 2016 

My Rosie picks me up
When I am feeling down
I am at my merriest
When Rosie is around.

I always laugh, never sigh
My Rosie is a lullaby.

Rosie is my greatest friend
When day turns into to night
And I never feel lonely
When my Rosie is in sight.

And all those stars that softly glow
They fade away when Rosie goes.

But Rosie is never gone for long
When she returns she comes on strong.
And now for me my glass in hand
Where Rosie there is looking grand.

 

Tags: happy, love, humor, rhyme, metaphor,

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Raychill Ellisonwonderland commented:
Wow, so many Rosie's to choose from! Tricky twists, turns and possibilities! Cheers!
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank you Raydhill for your comment.
Christopher Russon commented:
Sorry I meant Raychill.
Cecilia Crasto commented:
Every man should have a Rosie in their lives...love it.
commented:
Very good poem. Concise and with lots of meaningful expression.
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank you Michael.
Maria Williams commented:
Great poem
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank you Maria I was slightly tipsy when I wrote this ha ha.
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank you Maria I was slightly tipsy when I wrote this ha ha.
Frank Hornby . commented:
.....cosy Rosie.......nice poem Chris........(I'm being nosy...who's rosy).....haha..
Christopher Russon commented:
I used to drink cider many moons ago Rosie was the name of brand of cider called old Rosie. It was a strong one.the poem is old Rosie.I wrote it after I drank a bottle of it.hence Rosie came on strong.thanks for your comment Frank.
Frank Hornby . commented:
I'll drink to that!.....cheers Chris......🍺
Danny commented on Apr 16, 2018 at 7:09pm
I enjoyed this poem. Thank you.

 

 

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