Rose worked so hard at the factory…
The graveyard from midnight to dawn.
She slept away all the sunshine…
Day in and day out this went on.
Rose never believed she was pretty…
Thought makeup was made just for clowns.
She never took time for the men folk
Until that new preacher hit town.
He caused quite a stir with the ladies!
Soft spoken and handsome was he.
Every young lady’s heart would be yearning
But Rose was as far as he’d see.
Rose blossomed and bloomed in his presence.
Her cheeks grew as pink as a rose.
Her eyes filled with stars now soon sparkled…
She even took time with her clothes.
The preacher man asked Rose to marry
And for fifty one years they were wed.
Raised a family of four healthy children…
Then came that dark day Rose would dread.
Someone from the church found her husband…
The sermon he’d worked on undone.
His hymn singing days were now over…
His journey to life had begun!
In the cold winter months that soon followed
The town folk saw changes in Rose.
It seemed like her pedals were fading
And falling as fast as the snows.
Then one morning Rose failed to respond to
A neighborly knock at her door.
Rose is blooming again in God’s garden…
Planted with her preaching fella once more.
Doris Jacobs-Covington
May 31, 2012
Isaiah 40:8 The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever. Song of Solomon 2:1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys