A Rosebud ...

A Rosebud For Her Hair

There was snow, just melting a bit, off the garden, bed

One little rose bush... with a red rosebud... peeking out its head

Looking even redder... with the snow all along the side...

He picked it early this morning... for his sweet, little bride.

Gave it to her with breakfast... with a note, attached with a bow...

Asking her... would she go with him in life... where e'er he’d go?

He picked a rose petal... then kissed her lip... and put it by her cup...

Then he put a ribbon through the rosebud and tied her hair all up.

He thought she looked so beautiful; to her, handsome he stood.

It was valentines’ day a year ago... he ask her hand; she said she would.

He would always call her bride; he could see her in her dress of lace.

She thought the sun probably rose in him... as she looked into his face.

Many years passed... with the rosebud pressed in her Bible, there.

Good times, and bad had passed-children born... their Prayer…

But now the light was growing dim; old Jim could hardly see...

He ask her now... honey girl... come here and sit by me.

He went on to Glory into the night. His ship sailed fair and light

She kisses his brow and said... one day soon, I’ll see there... past the night...

He ask her to bring the rose... once again... for him to see it fair...

Then, vowing to him... when she came... she’d wear the rose in her hair...