A Rose

Roses come into our lives then fade a die,
Some yellow others red as a summer's sky.
There are other roses that enter ones life,
Grand Children, husbands or a wife.

Family form for us a bed of roses,
Long past the last breath and a life closes.
You are for us and always will be,
A sweet smelling beautiful rose to Granny and me.

Dear one live not by the sword,
Live not by a weapon but honour your Lord.
Be for your Lord the glint in His eye,
And the perfume we take in as we walk by.

by R. K. Hart

Comments (2)

The thought in this poem is so cute. For another birthday poem, read mine - Enfant Gaté - Adeline
. Dear Ray, A sweet and loving poem to someone special. Go with God. Alice