I Got Roses Today
It was just another warm sunny afternoon,
The
kind I remember oh so well,
Refreshing soft breeze to toss your
hair,
Bringing scents of fresh roses to smell.
The laughter of children coming from a park,
As
summer holidays signaled their break,
Oh God how I remember so very
well,
My own children when vacations we'd take.
With my eyes I then noticed a gathering,
At a
cemetery not far from my home,
Holding hands, they then formed a
circle,
Their tears fell on a single head stone.
Each person held a single red rose in their
hand,
The most beautiful roses I had seen,
For this lady who now lay
buried in the ground,
Now covered in a blanket of green.
Feeling touched by the emotion I had
witnessed,
I ventured nearer to the small grave site,
Each heart beat
quickened the closer I got,
When their faces came into my light.
With her hand on the headstone, stood my
sister,
And sobbing on her right was Mom and Dad,
My brother knelt down on
one bended knee,
As though he lost the best friend he ever had.
Oh my God!......I can see my own children!
But
wait!......why can't I see me??
"Hey babies"!...."It's your Mommy over
here"!
"Oh please my dear Lord, set me free"!
All at once there was a book laid before me,
A
voice instructed me to read from a page,
With tears in my eyes I saw my own
death,
Being murdered at a very young age.
