Her life was like a rose
Ever so beautiful
And more bountiful with each passing year.
Just like a rose she filled a room with beauty
An atmosphere of splendid aroma
And for everyone who knew her
Love and Kindness touched their souls.
Just like young lovers with dreams lined in gold
She out reached her petals
And made these dreams her goals.
As she built them homes and neighborhoods.
Her achievements were many
But just like a rose
The thorns she bore were many
Too many that they made her weary.
She now looks down from above
To see and smell the roses she planted
Within all the souls
Of those who took the time to know her.
Just take the time to listen
Just take the time to smell
And you too will discover
All the life that Joanne discovered as a perfect rose.In Memory of Joanne Sharon, my sister
May God Bless her soul. |
