Nannie’s Roses
I loved helping Nannie
With her roses. One day
She tried telling me something
That went sort of this way:
“I like watching things bloom,
Not just flowers, you know.
With the right sort of touch
You make anything grow”.
People and roses,
She told me that day,
Both need some training
To grow the right way.
“Sometimes they ramble
To grow where they could,
But it’s for me to see
That they grow where they should”.
And I knew she meant us
For as everyone knows,
Each one in her family
She considered a rose.
She rooted us strongly.
We were tended and groomed.
Then she’d smile as she waited,
She knew we would bloom.
She said “Family and roses
Were trained by my hand.
The old ones grew tall
And learned how to stand.
My younger ones now
Are not quite so tame.
Their blooms may be different
But I love them the same.
And I know with some work
And the help of my hands
They’ll grow as the others
And with them they’ll stand”.
“But these older ones now,
Still need help today?”
I asked and she said,
“No I’ve shown them the way.
I’ve given them love
And plenty of room.
They’re on their own now
To grow and to bloom.
For both family and roses
There does come the time
To depend on their own strength
And let go of mine.”
Now we and the roses,
Alone we all stand.
Sadly she’s gone
With her strong guiding hand.
Each a rose in her garden,
We were guided with love.
Now she’s watching us bloom
From somewhere above.
As we bloomed in her garden,
We’re all sure somehow,
That she’s a rose blooming
In His garden now.
Stuart M. Perkins
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