His Hand Gave the Rose Please remind me of him My youngest, I think Whereíd he live, whatíd he do.
My heart starts to sink.
My mind pierced with grieving I despise her memoryís grief Canít remember a manís being Are his cares all that brief? What can I say of her son? Words just canít comprehend Of his death Iím still stunned.
He was great mom, my best friend.
His fragrance is gone Her mind bereft of his care His kindnesses so long Faded into thin air.
His hand gave the rose What his life was about His caring for her froze. Old age memory dries it out.