Rose K.

She doesn't know the man

Who tries to push her wheelchair in the sand.

She just looks out to sea.

He's talking endlessly.

Oh, why won't he shutup?

I take my medicine

I crush the paper cup.

Oh, maybe he's my son

And he's coming to set me free.

She knows that she forgot

That there's a story and she

Can't recall the plot.

Of course her family fought

Over the furniture.

Oh, I don't know why they

Have taken all my favorite things away.

But one thing that's for sure

I don't know what they were.

They say a stone is a marker

And that it has weight.

They say it's solid

But it can deteriorate.

The air is like a hand

Reminding her of all the things she's planned.

Like air that thought is gone

Never to come again.

We came out to the beach to find the mind I've lost and cannot reach.

I used to keep it here.

It was much cleaner then.

They say a rose is a flower

And that it is red.

It blooms, it grows, it wilts

And then it is dead.

They say a stone is a marker

And that it has weight.

They say it's solid

But it can deteriorate.

They say a rose is a flower

And that it is red.

It blooms, it grows, it wilts

And then it is dead.

Oh, Rose Kennedy.