Out of His garden of life
God has picked a Rose.
Dear mother, sister, friend to all
Her beauty ever glows.
You faced the challenges of life
With dignity and grace.
Your sense of humor, charming wit
Kept us in our place.
We loved your little visits
You always brought us joy.
Your sweet and precious memory
Our mourning hearts employ.
May you rest in peace, sweet Rose
Beyond all earthly care.
Our greatest hope is someday we
Will come and join you there.
Rose, you know we love you.
Your loving sister
This is a beautiful poem, your mama is very talented!
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