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  1. Rose Go Round

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Rose Go Round
©2000 Barbara T. Webber

Great Grandma's roses grow round my door,
the roots go back a hundred years or more.
Every June they burst into bloom,
fill the air with sweet perfume.
Down through the generations to me,
given to friends and family,
Great-grandma's philosophy.

A rose needs tending, a rose needs care;
a rose needs a willing heart to share.
Through the driest of droughts and coldest of colds,
a rose will survive and a rose will grow.

A band of commitment on my left hand,
a vow to forgive and to understand,
to soften the words spoken in haste,
to laugh and to tease my friend's embrace.

Love needs tending and loves needs care;
love needs a willing heart to share.
Through the driest of droughts and coldest of cold,
love will survive and love will grow.

Great-grandma's rocker greets me each night.
The worries of the day take a rhythmic flight.
See the world through my children's eyes,
full of challenge, and questions, and grand surprise.
Down from the generations to me,
given to my children and their families,
Great-grandmas philosophy.

A home needs tending, a home needs care;
a child needs a willing heart to share.
Through the driest of droughts and the coldest of cold,
love will survive, and love will grow.