The Red Rose This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.


Wrinkly, blue-eyedwoman with red tainted hair
Humming to the tune of "GreenSleeves,"
Dressed in faded blue jeans in a rose floweredsweater,
I call her my Nana.

Sitting at a mahogany kitchentable,
Sipping out of a blue flowered tea cup,
Staring pensivelyin the distance savoring
a steaming cup of Red Rose tea.
The aromaof a flaky blueberry scone.
I walk by her heading toward thebathroom,
she saying unto me,

"Dear, spend a



This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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