Her Name Was Rose
Her Name Was Rose
Been Fifty some odd years ago,
since I met this Lady, name of Rose.
Nine Children to raise by herself,
how she did it no one knows.
The man she loved sent off to war,
to help keep this Country be free.
Understood his job,having to fight,
said what of my Children and me.
Her heart as big as a western sky,
food on her table was not plentiful
No one turned down a bite to eat,
yet enough to go around for all.
Any way to make a dollar to feed,
the children that she loved.
She took in Washings and Ironings
the rest was up to the Lord.
She seldom had a dollar to spend,
yet not the richest one in town.
Things needed bought with credit,
no one ever turned her down.
I feel her life was in greater hands,
her riches in life was love,
By her children and all who knew her,
a Love sent from God above.
Her children all grew up good,
and not one wound up in jail.
I know your looking down on them,
knowing you didn't fail Rose.
I Love you, In Loving Memory of my Mother-in-Law
God Bless
Walt
Author
Walt Chapman
11 /14 /05
This site put together by CJ
21 June 2006
A friend listing lovely poems written by a friend
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