The Rose - Poem by Monica Jones
A single bud in a sheaf of green,
The most beautiful flower I've ever seen.
A message of friendship, a strengthening bond.
A quiet courage in the velvet petals, her silent song.
When its life has drained away
I will hold the memory.
As we make the journey along this road.
The way will be lightened by this single rose.
September 1, 1995
A gift form Peter Schantz
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