~Louie Armstrong~
Jessie was a little girl,
Who was full of hopes and dreams.
As she walked in the park,
She laid in a field of green.
On her back she saw the clouds,
Gather in the sky.
A face appeared before her eyes,
The one that was crucified.
Jessie knew with all her heart,
Before this day was done.
She would be wrapped in his arms,
All covered with his love.
As she walked into her yard,
She stopped and picked a rose.
Then she ran to her mom,
And placed it in her hands.
Jessie looked into mothers eyes,
And this is what she said.
Mom every time you see a rose,
Would you please think of me.
There may come a time,
When roses will be all you see.
Mom you know just how much,
Roses mean to me.
Jessie's life on earth was short,
Just a mere 15 years.
But in that time she brought more joy,
Than a person twice her years.
She spread roses all around,
To everyone she knew.
Now every time you pick a rose,
Your holding Jessie's heart.
And every time you see a rose,
Your seeing Jessie's eyes.
Would you please spread them around,
And lets make Jessie proud.
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