She outlived them both:
the one they accepted
and the one they didn't.
Torn by faith and tradition,
Rose married, not for love,
but out of obligation.
He turned to hitting
when drunk and once
threw her into a rosebush.
"Now you're a real rose!"
he mocked and slapped
his knee until he stumbled
over his own stupid humor.
When she left him,
the church frowned.
She went to California
and fell in love with a new man.
When she tried to marry him,
the church said, "You are
impure, Rose. We can't
marry you here."
But that didn't stop her,
she sent her children to church
so she could get the message,
pure,
filtered through their innocence.
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