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, Then passed beyond to the other side… Now, you who deeply feel it’s loss, Be comforted-the rose blooms there- It’s beauty even greater now, Nurtured by God’s own loving care To our dear Aunt Betty, love from Kerry, Mark and Family xxx Rest In Peace