By Gayle Alatia
08/02
Today I picked roses for Mama,
Oh how she dearly loved them so --
She planted them oh so carefully
...and waited patiently for them to grow
As the summer approached, the blooms burst forth
Into vibrant colors of white, yellow, pink and red,
No, nothing on earth was prettier,
Than my Mama's colorful flower bed.
As the years passed by, the roses seemed to multiply
and put forth more and more beautiful blooms
Mama was so very proud of her roses,
She would give them to all in the neighborhood
They all looked forward to Mama's roses
And they admired them from year to year
With love and attention she tended them well
Each and every one to her was so dear.
Her roses are still blooming, with colors so bright
We care for them as if she were still here
I venture to say she would have taken them
To heaven on that bright sunny day.
I can just imagine her utter delight
When she walked thru the garden up there
Seeing the beauty of God's vibrant flower bed,
So lovely to view, and for all to share.
All bursting with colors; white, yellow, pink and red
Yes, they were there waiting for her delicate hand in glove,
They're all there waiting in the glorious garden of the
.......MASTER'S flower bed above.
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Precious Memories sung by Jim Reeves.
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