It was just a rose,
A simple flower that grew in her garden,

But, in all it's beauty and wonder,
it was her own precious rose.

Close to her heart, she held  it,
'twas hard  to hold back her tears

  for it's meaning brought  such sadness
of missing one so dear.  

With each  rose  that blossoms
memories take a part

 of feeling someone  special
 held dearly in her heart

Sent by her own special angel
to let her know she's near

to ease her sorrow and give her peace
and dry up all her tears.

With a kiss and a whisper
a rose sent with love

a warm embrace
from her angel above.

 © Mary ~