I would rather have one little rose
From the garden of a friend,
Than to have the choicest flowers
When my stay on earth must end.
I would rather have a pleasant word
In kindness said to me,
Than flattery when my heart is still
And this life has ceased to be.
I would rather have a loving smile
From friends i know are true,
Than tears shed around my casket
When this world i bid adieu.
Bring me all the flowers today,
Whether pink, or white, or red;
I'd rather have one blossom now
Than a truckload when i'm dead.
~ Author Unknown
For my mom....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I believe my father, William Cavender Hackett wrote this. I will send copy to you, along with a brief history if you desire.