Young Bloom

It is soft, delicate, beautiful.
  But it contains thorns.
            Shall I remain on the tenderness
 of the petals or take my
 chances on the stem?
 Just as the petals are upward
 and the thorns downward,
  so are Heaven and hell.
  I shall have many decisions
   to make in my future,
 and time is flying by.
 

Full Bloom

     Oh, tender rose.
 How thou art beautiful.
 Thy petals show the
  serenity of confidence.
  If only I could share
  thy beauty and serenity.
Yet, inner beauty is serenity,
 and we all must strive
   for this beauty.
  Oh God, that I may achieve this goal
  Yes, I shall live the life of
  the Rose.

         Faded Bloom 

"Mama"
1-20-1920 to 3-28-1995

 Life.
 To be born, to sprout up,
to grow, to be beautiful
   to darken with age,
   to Die.
 I am a rose.
  God is my sunshine,
  satan lives in my thorns.
Those around me complete
 the garden.
   I shall live.
  I shall die.
 I shall live again.
  Eternally.
 

 

 Just remember
  In the winter far beneath the bitter snow
  Lies the seed, that with the sun's love  In the Spring becomes

The Rose
  

All the above photos copyright Des French


This is for you Mama...
I know how you loved them :)