Last Rose

The last rose I gave you still sets there in the vase
The rose and leaves are dry and brittle

I still remember the day I gave it to you
And what you had to say

I loved to bring you flowers
And see the joy they brought

I know you have them in books
scattered through out the house

Some day I will find them
And put them all together

For as long as I have them
I Will have a part of you


Gardner

8-6-2011