As I was growing up, the first weeks of school consisted of
wearing our newly purchased dresses and having our picture taken in front of
mom’s rosebush. In our front yard, my sister and I stood, with one hand outreached towards a
single rose. My sister on one side of the bush, while I was on the other. We
smiled with our eyes squinting from the sun that shone on our face.
Mom was so proud of her rose bushes, after all it was not
easy growing anything in the desert sands of Las Vegas. However, my sister and I
complied, as we were anxious to get to school and see our friends that we have
not seen since Spring.
… I bought a house six months after Jonny died. This was a new adventure after almost 20 years
of renting. The garden was overgrown
from lack of maintenance. I was working full time as well as obtaining a
master’s degree but had unexplainable driving force to put the yard back in
shape. The rose bush in the back yard
looked parched, dull and lifeless. The base of the bush was filled with dead,
crunchy, brown leaves. Following in my mother’s footsteps, I decided to clean
out the leaves at the base, trim a few areas on the rose bush. I am not a gardener but had watched my mother several times as I was growing up.
As time allotted, I cleaned, pruned, watered the rose bush.
Every morning, while getting ready for work or school, I would look out my
bathroom window to view my roses. Every day I would see the progress as the
roses, slowly came back to life and grew into a beautiful bouquet of deep red
roses.
I wondered why this was so important to me and then I
started hearing the song in my head, “Roses Will Bloom Again”. This was sung by
my dear sweet friend at Jonny’s funeral.
“Roses Will Bloom Again” sung by Jeff & Sheri Easter
https://www.songlyrics.com/jeff-sheri-easter/roses-will-bloom-again-live-lyrics/
I planted a little rose bush,
I tended it with care,
It's buds began to blossom
Their fragrance filled the air
But when winter came it withered,
The petals drooped and fell to the ground,
My heart sank as it faded,
But I'd forgotten who had made it.
Roses will bloom again,
Just wait and see
Don't mourn what might have been
Only God knows how and when that
Roses will bloom again.
Rose was his only sweetheart,
A loving wife for forty years.
Cherished every day they had,
And held memories oh so dear
He never dreamed he's bore love
And go to live alone,
But he lay his Rose to rest,
Looked up to heaven and tried his best To
believe that
Roses will bloom again,
Just wait and see
Don't mourn what might have been
Only God knows how and when that
Roses will bloom again.
The precious Rose of Sharon,
Broken and bruised in cruel shame,
Stained on the cross of Calvary,
So that men might be saved,
Oh, Satan cheered as He died,
While Mary and the others cried,
Then God raised Him up from that sleep
And kept a promise only He could keep.
Roses will bloom again,
Just wait and see
Don't mourn what might have been
Only God knows how and when that
Roses will bloom again.
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