A SINGLE RED ROSE
A single red rose in baby breath and fern,
A corsage that many a glance did earn,
A gift from a loving husband on our day
So special, love that steals my heart away.

So prettily trimmed with shiny gold bows,
A symbol of the great love that still flows
Between us, full of beauty and sweet caring,
As through all these years true love sharing.

Even when the red rose withers away,
The fragrance, like love, will linger and stay
And waft through memories of that day
When we sat looking at the lake and the bay.

That red corsage will deep stay in my mind,
Along with other treasures all pleasant and kind,
Then when dark days come and I’m sad within
I’ll take out the rose memory and on my dress pin.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson June 13, 2002