Little roses are carved upon a stone,
With an open bible to honor a special life....now a loved one's home;
Where they depict....love & grace;
And crosses lie intertwined with them in place,
But with a more somber love on display,
Making for a peaceful scene...I'd say;
While my mother's gravesite remains in sweet repose,
Remembered always by the bible, those crosses & the rose.
Spiritsong
Oct.23/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem