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
I hope it brings some comfort, thinking of you
A contest entry
- My Son Died & It's His Birthday Today, How do I do this? by stavykm.
950 points, ended July 26, 2008, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow
Red roses is a bond my son and I always shared. This is just beautiful and your right, even though it is so painful, it seems as though God does take the special ones and he, my Matt was a very special red rose. This is a beautiful poem and thank you for sharing your loving compassion with me during such a difficult time in my life. Thank you for entering and best of luck in the contest.
Wishing you many blessings
Much Love
Kelle Marie
stavykm
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i'm sorry about the music, it's different to what i chose and i don't know how to delete it.
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