~ An Hour With You~

It has been too many years now,
Since I looked upon your face,
Yet the beauty of you is so real,
Your gentleness and loving grace.

I look upon this rose of pink,
Upon the petals I see the faint lines,
Reminding me of the effects of aging,
That often occupied your mind.

You worried about the lines of time,
Showing in the softness of your face,
As they traced the miles you trod,
Until the ending of your earthly race.

Despite the lines there was a beauty,
Deep seated and natural, thus pure,
Age added to your sweet essence,
E'en in life's hardships did imbue.

My precious mother, the rose beautiful,
I am amiss without your being near,
Years can't take away the wistfulness,
Of the presence of one e'er so dear.

Bloom in God's Garden, my sweet one,
Grow in grandeur without a scar,
Life on this earth was not perfection,
In Heaven's Garden you will not mar.

Gayle Davis©
April, 9, 2005

Music: "Beautiful In My Eyes"
Redsal's Midis
© Sal Grippaldi, Redsal
Musician, Composer, Digital Sequencer
Used With Permission