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_ _ _ _a walk with rose_ _ _ _©Yesterday i made a new friend when i was on my walk, she was so full of life and boy could she talk. She said her name was Rose and she was named after the flower, we had such a great time that i forgot about the hour. I told her i must be getting home for it was time to eat, she said that she enjoyed our walk and she just lived down the street. We made plans for me to visit when i got by this way again, and i told her be my pleasure but i'm not sure just when. A week later i went to her house and i knocked upon the door, told her husband about our walk and i wanted to talk to her more. He looked at me with tearful eyes, and said i'm sorry you caught me by surprise. Rose died a year ago today and i'm sure she'd be glad to hear from a friend, she's buried in the cemetery and he pointed up around the bend. I couldn't believe what i heard but went there anyway, there just as plain as could be a gravestone where the prettiest roses lay. On the stone was carved so lovingly here lies rose so dear, for she's only sleeping you see so no-one shed a tear. It just goes to show that angels walk among us on life's journey, whenever we feel low they come and lift us up so faithfully! Copyright ©2008~S@L Vote for this poem |
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