As we stood solemnly <br />looking down at that deep hole <br />each of us tears held in our eyes. <br />We bowed our heads <br />and a prayer to say <br />when someone placed a bouquet <br />of coloured roses on the ground <br />before they buried you away. <br />A stranger whom we did not know <br />smiled and serenely said to us <br />that these flowers represent their life, <br />and what they gave to us. <br /> <br />Red roses for the blood <br />that pumped around <br />a kind and generous heart. <br /> <br />Yellow roses for the smile <br />that they gave us <br />whenever we were around. <br /> <br />Blue roses represent the colour of their eyes <br />that looked at us softly when they were alive <br />and for the feelings, we feel within our hearts today. <br /> <br />Orange roses represent the sunset <br />beyond where they have gone today <br />and where we hope to meet with them again someday. <br /> <br />White roses for the eternal light <br />we all must pass though one day <br />and the purity of spirit they wrap around us each day. <br /> <br />Purple roses for the mourning cloak <br />each of us wear at times like this. <br /> <br />Theses colours represent the rainbow <br />wrapped around each life. <br />Your loved one has not left you <br />but passed through to the next phase. <br />The stranger then looked around <br />smiled serenely again at all of us <br />then slowly faded away.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coloured-roses/
