Rose

A rose once grew where all could see,
Sheltered beside a garden wall,
And as the days passed swiftly by,
It spread its branches straight and tall.

One day, a beam of light shone through
A crevice that had opened wide;
The rose bent gently toward its warmth
And then passed to the other side.

Now you who deeply feel its loss,
Be comforted; the rose blooms there,
Its beauty even greater now,
Nurtured by God’s own loving care.

Author unknown

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About gatito2

My name is Rhonda. I'm a registered nurse, for the last 20 years, that has not been able to work since the day I learned of my daughter's death by suicide 4-12-13. (She actually died 4-11-13 and her body was not found until the 12th) Me and my husband have been married for 32 years and he's a wonderful man. We grieve in different ways. He works, I write. This is my journey through this horrible land of losing a child..
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