Phyllis Strong


Death Is The Final Destiny - Poem by Phyllis Strong

Like the vivid color of a rose,
It's stem so sturdy and strong.
Although you put them in water;
their life is not very long.

And so her life was on this earth,
too short to you and me.
But the days that she was here;
her beauty all could see.

And like the fragrance of a rose,
her scent will linger on.
Although she's absent from this earth;
her memories are not gone.

So keep good thoughts of her;
In your heart,
and God will dry your tears.

She's happy in the arms of God;
No more pain,
No more sorrows,
No more fears.


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  • Bronze Star - 2,973 Points Smoky Hoss (3/17/2012 2:34:00 PM)

    That is absolutely, and so simply beautiful. You've made my day with this one... thank you. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 2, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 3, 2012


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