The Rose

            A more perfect flower
           may never have grown
        her beauty brought gladness
          to all who were shown.

            A beauty so timeless,
           No words can describe.
        The shear joy that she gave
              just from being alive.

          As she blossomed, her beauty
             and splendor were shared.
             By all those around her
                            and all those who cared.

          She struggled through autumn,
            and reached for the light.
            But the frost overtook her
            one cold winter's night.

          We'll miss the great beauty,
             we passed by each day.
        In our memories her radiance
             will not fade away.
        Though this rose has now fallen,
              and gone to her rest,
          In the springtime with God,
          May her beauty be blessed!!!

                          by Judy Hamilton

       In memory of Mrs. Agness Allen
       my good friend and neighbor of
       many years. Possibly the closest
       thing to a perfect person I have
       ever found.

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