The RJW Rose

I see you in the garden Your scent does fill the air
Just like a precious flower
A rose, so ever fair. In early hush of morning
You come without a sound
Upon a blazing sunset
Your memory can be found.
Like sprigs of morning glory
Upon the vine, they grow
With branches reaching outward into my heart, you go.
Just like a special angel
God wrapped you in His care
And took you off to heaven
To live with Him, up there. May this rose last forever in your loving memory. xxxxxxxxxx