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.
. Dear Ray, A sweet and loving poem to someone special. Go with God. Alice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The thought in this poem is so cute. For another birthday poem, read mine - Enfant Gaté - Adeline