Blossoms in the Dust by 96-year-old G Kearns


Little Rose Buds about to open their bright petals, 


to the wind but were caught up in life’s swirling tide


Upwards to heaven. 


They did fly and those who loved them


So wondered why so many bouquets they gave us


Their fragrance lingers still 


in words they said smiles


so many things that will never go away. 


If we hold all these memories in trust 


of little rose buds plucked too soon


Little blossoms in the dust.


Mrs G Kearns, 
Rodney Street