There was one, lonely rose of white; <br /> For all the others were crimson red. <br /> We then had such tragic news that night, <br /> When told our Sherry was laid to bed. <br /> <br /> This was indeed a fateful day, <br /> For she was reaching out to my mother <br /> On her birthday, when she passed away, <br /> With the appearance of One, White Flower. <br /> <br /> Losing her own battle with cancer; <br /> Yes, the roses knew of this fight. <br /> So valiant for her age, so young and tender, <br /> For we both saw the lonely rose of white. <br /> <br /> Lovely rose of white; so delicately fragile, <br /> As was this child of three, our sweet Sherry. <br /> Never given the chance to go the mile; <br /> Cut short in life, as was our dear Sherry. <br /> <br /> Now she rules among the heavens, <br /> As her fate has preordained. <br /> So pure, so innocent; free of all sins; <br /> Her sainthood shall be sustained.<br /><br />Stuart David Smith BSc.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-rose-of-white/
