Red Roses Monologue

Red Roses

It all started with one summer. Me, Eliza, Miah and Lexi went to my mother’s farm, but when we got there, the terror begun. The trip took us three hours, and when we arrived, the sight of the rusted red barn and the worn animal pastures welcomed me.
The lush grasses damp with the early morning rain, stretched up to the sky like a bird spreading its wings. The rusted red barn is old, and needs a new paint job. The rusted red color is mimicked my the cilo, a long slender tube that mocked the barn from up above. To the right of the silo and the barn, lay the white house I grew up in. It was exactly how I remembered it. The white paint on the smooth siding was chipped and uneven, and a black front door with squeaky hinges was set into old walls. The windows were old, and the glass wasn’t

“Same.” Miah replied. “Yeah, same here” Eliza added. “Thanks guys, but I think I have a plan,” I smile. We arrived at the farm on Sunday night. There were so many memories, good and now bad, that it was very overwhelming at first. As I stand on the front porch, I gaze up at the black crow perched on a branch in the glass. I always knew it was bad luck. I thought grimly. The plan was that me, Lexi, Miah, and Eliza were going to live in the house at the farm, and our parents were going to live in the larger house next to it. As we adjusted to life on the farm, I slowly began to forget about everything that happened over the past few weeks, and became more… aware, I guess. I was finally ready for her funeral. The funeral was held in the cherry blossom orchard, behind the pond. I was my mother’s favorite place in the world. The funeral was a short ceremony, and it was close friends and relatives only. My mother would have wanted it that way. I decided not to give a speech, so instead I told a story. I truly wanted to write a speech, but every time I tried to write, I had a meltdown, and it took hours to calm me