Roses with blooms, so beautiful and rare,
Their perfume wafts through the atmosphere,
Some blood-red as ones heart,
Feeling as though we are torn apart.
Like us, some need special care,
With love, caring and time to share,
Challenges come to every one again,
As thorns on the flower stem.
Out of the blue the sun does shine,
Bringing to us, peace of mind,
A serene, gentle breeze,
Whispering in the swaying trees.
Blowing away the winter blues,
Giving me the chance to choose,
A pathway of living a happier way,
Enjoying life on this glorious day.
Hilda Oakley
Copyright © 28.05.06
