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