Sunday, March 1, 2009

I dedicate Rosebuds to angel Danielle Rose

by Oceanna HallHeston

As we stand with empty arms,
broken hearts and shattered dreams
we envision tiny rosebuds
still held tightly by nature's unbroken seams.

For no other human heartache
can possibly compare
with the death of one's own child
so gentle, small and fair

It is not always the aged
that dies and leaves us alone
Sometimes it is a rosebud
so tiny sweet & young

Never knowing the real reason
yet always wondering why.
Though our rosebuds did not flower
The love we shared, will never die.

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