Two little flowers, one Lily and one Rose.
Different, yet from the same.
You grew together in one bed.
The same rain nourished you.
The same sun shone down.
Yet one withered, with twisted root
That cut off life before it could begin.
(Oh, how I miss you my sweet Rose.)
And the other, plucked too soon,
Still struggles to thrive in the vase
That holds her safe until she is ready for the world.
My beautiful Lily, you are so small,
But you are strong.
And the Great Gardener who took our Rose to His Home
Is helping you prepare to come to mine.
So I won't worry and I will trust in Him
That we will be together in the sun for many years to come.