{ The Sacred Glass Rose }©

Mama brought with her
a touch of class,
just like this rose
molded from Glass.
Her eyes were sprinkled
by the stars.
Her heart blessed lives
such as our's.
And heaven's garden
is in full bloom,
for her magic
works the room.
All of her pain
gone without a trace,
now a warm glow
in it's place!
Copyright ©2007~S@L~

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