The Special Rose - Poem by whispersinthedark07 dillon
The Special Rose
Your red rose bloom out so beautiful on the
day you die I pick it from the bush before I told you good by.
I gave the first rose to you this year I know
you always pick the first one for me.
But this time it was to be yours the last one I
could give you that’s how God wanted it to be.
God even put the special rain drops on the petals
just for you.
The red roses will always remind me of you and the last
rose I gave you on that day..
This year your rose bush had more blooms than any other
year and as each one bloomed out I thought of you and how
you love the roses when they were in bloom.
Jennifer Dillon 9/23/06 © 2006 all rights reserved
This is to my husband Daniel C Dillon
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