A rose grew where all could see, sheltered beside a garden wall...And as the days passed swiftly by, it spread it's branches, straight and tall...One day, a beam of light shone through a crevice that had opened wide. The rose bent gently towards its warmth then passed beyond to the other side. Now, you who deeply feel its loss, be comforted, the rose blooms there...Its beauty even greater now, nurtured by Gods own loving care. A lovely verse I wanted to share. Dawn's mum Sandra