~ An Hour With You~

Her rosy cheeks were soft,
Like the petals of a velvety rose,
I remember the tears coursing,
As her heartaches grows.

They were as rose tears,
When the dew settles down,
Yet the roses did not ache inside,
Nor turn smiles into frowns.

I can still see lonely rose tears,
Cascade down my motherís face,
Oh, how I yearn for her presence,
These woeful memories I could replace.

With each dropping of the rose tears,
She died a little more inside,
She mourned the loss of a loved one,
Unable such sorrow to abide.

Memories of the rose tears,
Remain so vivid in my mind,
Each time I see the dew drops fall,
Another aching teardrop is refined.

Gayle Davis
September 11, 2004©

Copyright © 2004 Grammys Gallery
Jean Ilderton. All Rights Reserved.

Image used is from Stock Stash

Rain script from Dynamic Drive

Music: "The Rose"

Sequenced By: Mel Webb
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