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)
Ariel 