The Gift Of The White Rose Poem by Anastasia Wofford

I hear the birds sing their song,
of friends and lasting love.
I wonder when I’m all alone,
if it’s me they’re singing of.

I’ve loved hard and loved strong,
but my days are winding down.
I know surely before long,
they’ll place me in the ground.

A beautiful bird perches on my window,
and sings me to slumber at night.
I drift off to a sleepy meadow,
where my weary heart delights.

I know one morn I shall not wake,
from this serene meadow of mine.
No longer will my body ache,
and in Heaven I shall reside.

Seeing friends and loved ones passed,
twill be a blessed day.
I will feel no remorse,
for his commandments I did obey.

I know loved ones will miss me so,
I wish them not to grieve.
I’ve lived a full life you know,
when called we all must leave.


I long to kneel at the feet of my Lord,
and sing “Amazing Grace”.
And look upon the face I’ve adored,
and feel his loving embrace.

When you feel the wind blow your hair,
or the kiss of the sun upon your face.
I hope you know it’s me right there,
beside you through that day.

“I’ll see you again my dear.” I’ll say,
“But for now I must go.”
“Thank You for the beautiful bouquet,
you bought my favorite- the white rose.”