Remembering Rose Kennedy

REMEMBERING ROSE KENNEDY by ron wilson aka vee bdosa A rose was plucked from many of the day and taken to our Lord, by His request, who keeps it so it will not wilt away and now it shines the rose of our Lord's breast. 'Twas just a very simple rose to grow but light complexes colors visually and all those colors make up all we know, to turn it into what our eyes can see. And what a joy she was, as if a song, until the Master called for our dear Rose, and now we ask, how can we get along without this joy of life that seldom grows? Such roses do not grow just ev'rywhere but when they do, we see a Mother there. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet