Post by Rob on Oct 17, 2014 18:11:29 GMT
The Only Rose
It was the garden that held their message
when distance was too great
and death had changed their touch.
She remained while he had died
as the soil remained their witness.
and their love had been unseen.
As she looked at the late hour of her life
he sent a pedaled message
in the only way he could.
She caught her breath
and found her strength.
My Mother knew it was time to go
As Dad waited on the other side.
Between them was a single rose
which had but one last bloom.
Her death renewed their love again.
For in that perfect red
they held hands and kissed the joy.
What once began again.
Love is strong when all is weak
.
A life that ends sails on again
as the only rose remains.
It was the garden that held their message
when distance was too great
and death had changed their touch.
She remained while he had died
as the soil remained their witness.
and their love had been unseen.
As she looked at the late hour of her life
he sent a pedaled message
in the only way he could.
She caught her breath
and found her strength.
My Mother knew it was time to go
As Dad waited on the other side.
Between them was a single rose
which had but one last bloom.
Her death renewed their love again.
For in that perfect red
they held hands and kissed the joy.
What once began again.
Love is strong when all is weak
.
A life that ends sails on again
as the only rose remains.