As God reached down, he chose a rose, for his own special garden.
I touched his hand and then I said "dear God, I beg your pardon,
You can't take him, it's much too soon, he's too special to let go".
But God just said "I know, that's why I want to watch him grow.
I will care for him, and nurture him, with tender loving care,
He will be my special rose, that can't be nurtured there.
I will bring the smile back to his face, I will take away his pain.
I will let the sun shine down on him, so he will be happy again".
So I let God just carry on, "Thank you" he said "He knows,
That the ones I take are special, and he's my very own special rose".
by Janet Simnor Cc
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Wow! This poem seems to have been written by a professional. I mean, you wrote it so well I had to go check on google to make sure you did write this
(Thats a compliment, by the way 
) Awesome work! Flows well, the subject is good, and I like the storyline. Nice work! Thanks for sharing this with us and I hope to see you around the site more often 
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