LITTLE rose buds about to open their bright petals to the wind
but were caught up in its swirling tide upwards to heaven
they did fly and those left behind and loved them so,
wondered why bouquets of love they gave us their memories linger still in smiles,
little things they did words they said things that will never go away
so we must hold these memories in trust for our little rose buds
plucked too soon Little blossoms in the dust
Mrs G Kearns, Newtown
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