I opened up a Bible, and there between the pages, <br />A rose had been secreted, it must have been there ages, <br />I wondered who had so placed it, displaying still its magenta red, <br />For remembrance perhaps, or a memento, sweet petal's carefully spread. <br /> <br />I tried to imagine it fresh and new, all that long time ago, <br />And observing it, quite suddenly, my tears began to flow, <br />I left it in that Bible, it wasn't damaged in any way, <br />Knowing someone else would find it, when they felt the need to pray.<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-memento/
