God picked His Rose
Our Garden seems empty
We are left questioning…
Where will our nutrients come from?
Where will see the beauty?
Where will see the colour?
When will see the light?
But the soil has been fertilised
The beauty has been imprinted in our minds
The colours are waiting to be seen
And the light is within us
Ma birthed generations
And ensured we witnessed decades of love
Decades of God's goodness
Decades of faith
And decades of eternal happiness that we can always carry with us
Ma was the very embodiment of the power of prayer
The definition of a faithful wife
The strength of a mother
The Grace of a Grandmother
The pride of a great grandmother
And the personification of the word love to all those who crossed paths with her
It is no surprise that God picked His Rose
And that our garden feels empty
But Ma's roots lay deeply planted within us
Our garden feels empty
Because God picked His Rose
We had a lifetime with Ma
And now Ma has her eternal life with God and Pa
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