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
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