Words to Water

About the Book

This book is a gathering of my poetry and writings describing times in my life and explaining some of my family’s hardship and turmoil. May God walk with you as you do the same.

Richard and I went to high school together, over the years we had lost contact with each other until we found ourselves again on Facebook. I have read the poems that R. wrote. He sent me a copy a few years back so I could enjoy them. He really put his heart and soul in his writings. I cried thru so many of them. His work is like the history of family and friends that he has come to know. The expressions that come from his poems are meaningful and relate to events and people in his life. I had the chance of connecting with Richard and his wife Linda five years ago at our 40 year reunion. We had a blast. I wish the best of success for him. He is truly a great and cherished friend. Joyce Peters or as he calls me J.

-Joyce Peters

" Heartache, betrayal and unconditional love. Everyone has experienced these emotions; some more than others. These poems reflect each of these emotions and I have witnessed my dad live these poems out. I truly believe that this book of poems can help anyone work thru heartache and betrayal and learn how to use unconditional love to forgive. Katherine Goin, GA "

About the Author

My name is Richard Lee Rose, and I was born on December 5, 1952, in Manchester, Tennessee, or Roll Back City. I am sixty-two years old and a proud member of the Centennial Zipper Club sine February 5, 2015. I was a member of the army security agency attached to the 101st Airborne during the Vietnam War (1972 to 1975). By this time, my PTSD was in a perfect hidden position yet was still fully functional. By the eighties, Lady Linda and I were starting a family, Tumbleweed in 1980 and Junior in 1982. I retired in 1994 after a botched VA operation, which left me deaf on the left side. The trigger of trust has taken a hit, and my PTSD registered it as pain. I played typical dad, football coach, baseball trainer, softball coach, and chief cook and bottle washer for the Rose family. Early in the 2000s, my family underwent mental torment no human being should have to endure. My PTSD was at the point of critical mass. Every moral code and law had been broken by the authorities themselves in order to cover up a police officer’s perjury on the stand. I write to ease the anger and pain of the devil’s work. It looks like I will be writing a lot in the future.