I lay a gentle rose
on the empty parking space
I fold an unfinished poem
and stick it in a special place
I put it in the pocket of my jacket
so close to my heart
I know you'll never read it
because we are apart
the rose lies there
like the parking space is your grave
I wish I had a whole boquet
and more memories to save
but all I have is the space
where my heart now lies
so see the rose from heaven
with your angel eyes
I wish I knew
how to do so much more
but please know that the tiny bud
is filled with love to its core
I take the unfinished poem
and place it in my hands
now I know how to finish it
with all that I am
I know God will help
with the words I want to say
I know God will help us meet again
on a better day
I finish my poem
I look to the rose
I see your beautiful face
in my heartfelt prose
the empty parking space
isn't so empty anymore
it's filling with God's love
mine and more.
Larry Hunneycutt
We all miss and love you;
you'll always be our favorite director!
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