There is no better time than the present to honor those we love with a dance. As I look back on my life, I realize that everything happens for a reason. I watch the seasons of my life quickly pass me by and I think about how we are born, we live and we die. I think of those so deep in their job that they neglect those around them.
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I can truly relate to the following poem and I wish I knew who the original author was. If you know, please let me know so that I may properly credit them. I tried searching for the original author, but it comes up unknown so the true origin of which it came could not be verified. I’m guessing that the poem is in the public domain. It is so unfortunate when poems are listed as unknown.
One little Rose
I would rather have one little rose
From the garden of a friend,
Than to have the choicest flowers
When my stay on earth must end.
I would rather have one pleasant word
In Kindness said to me,
Than flattery when the heart is still
And life has ceased to be.
I would rather have a loving smile
From friends I know are true,
Than tears shed round my casket
When this world I’ve bid adieu.
Bring me all your flowers today
Whether pink, or white, or red;
I’d rather have one blossom now
Than a truckload when I’m dead!
~ Author Unknown ~
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karmicjay
// Feb 2, 2007 at 2:50 pm
Thats so sweet, I loved it.
karmicjay
// Feb 2, 2007 at 3:14 pm
Sorry I missed the article. I read it now. I am glad you e-mailed me, I would have missed gem!
It’s very moving. Thank you!
I sort of talk about some of these things in my post today.about the Friday poetry word.
What you say is so true. I am trying really hard, having lost someone dear to us, we know what it means.
Gonna keep working and reaching out to all those that I care about.
Tammy
// Feb 2, 2007 at 3:15 pm
I’m so glad you posted the poem…I was thinking we all needed to remember this!!
Susie
// Feb 2, 2007 at 4:46 pm
This post was so touching to me as my Grandpa is in a home nearing the end of his days. It also made me remember my own Mom’s final days and holding her hand as she left this earth.
You are a gifted writer, Rose…
Sometimes Saintly Nick
// Feb 2, 2007 at 7:02 pm
Wonderful poem. It is really something I needed today. Thnak you, Rose.
Teena in Toronto
// Feb 2, 2007 at 9:29 pm
That’s so lovely
Steve Reichard
// Feb 4, 2007 at 1:48 am
This is a great poem and your article is wonderful too my friend ((HUGS)) we should honor those we love with a dance by telling them how we feel about them
Crazy Working Mom
// Feb 4, 2007 at 11:15 pm
Beautiful! I loved it.
Thank you so much for sharing.
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