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Rose
Gardens
Perhaps, long ago, before your mortal mind can remember,
you stood wondering at the stars when your
time would finally come.
You'd heard of the joys and tender moments such as
the rush as you reel in the first big catch,
a bite of pumpkin pie upon your tongue,
or his first look your way, and,
the precious first touch of an infant child.
Finally, that special day did come as you were born to
this earth to a mother who loved you dearly.
You discovered those joys and tender moments,
those you had dreamt about before.
Yet, mingled in those moments were
times of struggle, grief, and despair.
Tears of joy, tears of sorrow,
tears of angels falling upon the roses.
You learned that the flowers could not grow
without the rain, that a young girl
can not become a beautiful woman without
the tears of joy, and sorrow.
Perhaps, long ago, before my mortal mind can remember,
I stood wondering at the stars when my time would come.
I'd heard of the joys and the tender moments
such as the unfurling of a newly hatched butterfly's
wings,
and the cheerful chatter of a mountain stream
telling stories of olden days.
Finally, that special day did come as I was born
to a mother who loved me dearly.
I discovered those joys and precious moments,
those that I had dreamt of before.
Yet, all too soon I fell upon the struggles, grief,
suffering that must be mine in life.
Tears of joy, tears of sorrow,
tears of angels falling upon the roses.
You did not blow those storm clouds away,
nor did you shield me from the rain.
Holding me gently you helped me learn
a rose needs rain to grow.
And this I've learned, through your love,
that flowers can grow in gardens.
A garden of roses, you and me,
growing with tears of joy, tears of sorrow,
tears of angels falling upon the flowers,
and the love that only you and I can share.
Poem by Tiffany Ann Campbell
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