The Yellow Rose
 
 
 
 

A Grandmother Weeps


She is full of life
Sunshine and a
Glowing smile.
Pure and kind
With a heart of gold.
When her petals start
To fall
Like the lightning
In the sky
She is there and
Then she is gone.
Pray for rain with a
Rainbow
Then once again
You'll see
The yellow rose.

My Special Gift from 1980

Ready to Grow

The Child

The Yellow Rose

The Silent Cry

A Teenager
Growing Up We Say
A Wish