Dear Rose


In my father’s garden

there blooms a lovely rose

the petals are made of love

and sparkle in the sunshine

and when I reach to touch

that beautiful flower

I hear clearly in my mind

wait now my darling

It’s not time for you to go

then I hear her joyful laughter

singing with the angels

and I know it’s all okay

what a glorious day it is today

(with love for my aunt Rose who we buried today)