We loved all our roses Whether pink, white or red But yellow was our favorite Of the ones in the bed We trimmed and we weeded Gave them tender, loving care The roses all flourished And looked stunning there One day without warning God took you to Paradise My life lost all meaning As the tears filled my eyes Four years have passed by But I still feel the pain The roses were neglected And the yard looked so plain I decided to replace them So I bought different shades And vowed when they bloomed They would never again fade The blooming season started With a glorious profusion Even though they were beautiful I was filled with confusion The pictures on the packages Had shown a full array of hues But since you’re not with me All my roses are blue Kathleen McCoy Eldridge© May 24, 2006 All Rights Reserved


"Am I Blue"
Sequencer Unknown To Me