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Rainbow of Roses
to my daughter
Love is the hand that holds your heart,
And the morning that kisses each
new day.
Love is the way that you find that you go,
When life makes it hard to find your way.
She said to me,
“Momma, didn’t you know?
Where does love come from, and what makes it grow?
It’s really quite simple”,
she said with a grin.
“It’s all about roses mom. Didn’t you know?
Yellow is friendship, you give
to a friend.
It makes people happy to know that you care.
And, oh what a beautiful fragrance it has,
The fragrance
of friendship, we all ought to share.
The softest touch is in the pink rose”,
she said, That’s what
we give when we need to be kind.
Some people are fragile, and break easily,
And they need to know that they’re
not left behind.
White roses mean brand new beginnings.
They mean it’s o.k. for a new place to start.
So,
when you need to say, ”Sorry”, sometimes,
White roses will say that it comes from your heart.
Now mom,
I know most of my colors,
But, I was just wondering if maybe you knew.
I’ve never seen one, but somebody told
me,
Is there really a rose that’s the color of blue?”
“The roses that grow in the color of blue,
Are
the ones that mean somebody’s heart might be breaking.
You must carefully pick them, and give them away,
They
will mend all the hurting, and all of the aching.”
She said to me, “Momma, that sounds kind of sad.”
“I
know, but in life, sometimes that’s how it goes.”
She said, “I understand, so I’m glad that God
made…
Something that helps. And He named it, Blue rose.”
She sat for a while as he tried to remember.
She
knew there was one thing he’d not thought of yet.
Then she said with a satisfied look on her face,
“The
red one! The red one! How could I forget!
The rose that is red, is the rose that means love,
And it blooms in your heart,
so that’s how it grows!
It lives for, forever!” I told him, “You’re right!
Love was the seed
when God planted the rose.”
I said to her, “Thank you.” She said, “It’s o.k.”
And
then I said something, she already knew.
“A rainbow of roses, was given to me.
God sent angels to tend them. And
then he sent you.”
She said to me, “Momma, didn’t you know?
I’ve got something for you,
so please close your eyes.”
Then she placed in my hand a most beautiful thing,
“It’s a rainbow of
roses! I love you… Surprise!
When I was a little girl, way back last year,
I planted these for you, and guess
what, they grew!
That’s how I know where the roses come from.
They come from my heart, and they’re all meant
for you.”
I gave her a smile, and she looked up at me.
Then I looked at the roses she’d placed
in my hands.
How can we be so grown up, and not know,
This wonderful thing that a child understands.
She said
to me, “Momma, did I get it right?
And don’t forget mom, I’m still just a kid.”
With the proudest
feeling, I’d ever known,
I said, “You most certainly did.”
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