Gods Little Rose She was a little Rose Who tried to grow Beside the prickly Thorns, she tried to hold on~ And as the summer nights, Cast their moon beam lights, upon her fading sillioute she dreamed if Home Sweet Home, and happy child hood days~ Those old memories kept her remembering if times that use to be, As her petals fell one by one, Upon the thistle field~ then Winters chill came suddenly and snow fell on her face~ crested by a Robbins breast, she clung to that warm embrace till the soft winds blew, a breath if spring upon the thistle field But the little Rose, who tried to grow there no longer lived for the angels cam One snowy night As she lay in tearful dream Cradled by the Robbins breast, She left in Angels wings~ Love dont grow in thistle fields, of broken dreams and promises~ It only grows where love is shown unselfishly~ Written by: my Aunt Jimmie Sue Lewis Breeden in 1989 after all these years I was digging in my moms trunk and found these writing inch and a journal and they really touched me . She was an awesome writer. She died about 5 years later of breast cancer. I miss her so much.
Posted on: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 19:57:10 +0000
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