HEAVEN'S LOVELIEST ROSE BOUQUET Even after fifty years He makes her heart go flutter And when she enters any room Her beauty makes him stutter. Still holding hands so lovingly When they take their walks Sitting so close together As they have their talks. Wishing we could find the joy That they have always known In a love that is so pure Forever it is shown Never forgetting those special days He always gave her a rose That he hand picked from their garden They so happily would tend and hose. Then on a frost nipped morning God would call him home to stay He vowed he would always love her In the last breath, he would take. As she stares at the dried roses Beside her bed in the crystal vase Closing her eyes so gently she sees His sweet and loving face. She dreams of seeing him again As they waltz in the light of the moon Then, one spring filled morning When the garden was in full bloom The roses bowed in respect Shedding tears of sweetest dew For the Angels came and cradled her Like a baby in their arms Admiring her lovely snow-white hair Her face that held much charm Singing the sweetest songs to her, Of Heavens eternal grace. Soon they would be together again Standing face to face He met her at the gates that day Her heart would start to flutter. And as he went to say, "Hello" He stammered and he stuttered Telling her, "I hand picked these just for you, For this special day!" Then ever so gently, he lay in her arms Heaven's loveliest rose bouquet. ©2002 Brenda Kay Conley Used with author's written permission. To visit Brenda's beautiful site and read more of her poetry, please click on FROM MY HEART 28 March 2002. Fireworks java script courtesy of Kurt Grigg. All graphics on this page were made from scratch. ©Lil Kitty, 2001-2002.