Another Petal Falls


A rosebush is like a family.
Each home is a rose.
The petals the people.
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Just as people pass.
The petals fall.
Eventually the rose is bare.
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A home may close.
The flower may wither.
But the rosebush keeps growing.
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Each petal is remembered.
Every rose is not forgot.
The rosebush is not lost.
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So remember each petal.
And don’t forget each rose.
Watch as the rosebush grows.

What I Would Give


You could recite python,
Without missing a beat,
Make me smile,
From cheek to cheek,
Put me in stitches,
For over a week,
And say you love me,
As big as the street,
Now what I would give,
To hear goodnight one last time.

You could make eggs,
With a runny yoke,
Find the right time,
To tell the perfect joke,
Tried to fix things,
Or just give them a poke,
And say I love you,
As big as you know,
Now what I would give,
To say goodnight one last time.