Emma Rose
There is a tiny garden,
It's growing up above,
She was taken up so suddenly,
And filled with so much love,
Her mommy loved her dearly,
So many others too,
Like family, friends, and neighbors,
Now all feeling blue.
Emma's very special,
She has a job to do,
She was given wings to wear so proud,
So on the love she'll fly around,
Spreading love to everyone,
That ever frowns.
So if you ever see,
a flower or a tree,
Remember that is Emma,
Spreading smiles, love and glee.
Written on February 17, 2007
11:00 PM
For Gia
in memory of Emma Rose
who was called back home to Jesus.
by Susan Du Four
