A rose once grew where all could see,
sheltered beside a garden wall.
And, as the days passed swiftly by,
it spread its branches, straight and tall.

One day, a beam of light shone through
a crevice that had opened wide ~
The rose bent gently toward its warmth
then passed beyond to the other side…

Now, you who deeply feel its loss,
be comforted ~ the rose blooms there ~
Its beauty even greater now
nurtured by God’s own loving care.

My dear sister, even though your gone,
we are never really apart...
because I am holding on to you in my heart.