A framed poem Jeremy's late grandma Pat left for us.... (also lost her precious baby boy)
The master gardener from Heaven above,
Planted a seed in the garden of love.
A rosebud small
That never had time
To open at all.
For God in his perfect and all-wise way,
Chose this rose for his Heavenly bouquet.
And great was the joy of this tiny rose,
To be the one our Father chose.
To leave earth's garden for one on high,
Where roses bloom and never die...
So, while you can't see
Your precious rose bloom,
You know that great gardener
From the upper room
Is watching and tending
This wee rose with care,
Tenderly touching each petal so fair...
So think of your darling
With angels above
Secure and contented
And surrounded by love.
And remember God blessed
And enriched your lives, too
For in dying, your darling brought
Heaven closer to you.
3/28/2008......
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