A rose once grew where all could see Sheltered beside a wall And as the days passed swiftly by Its branches spread straight and tall. One day, a beam of light shone through; A crevice had opened wide, The rose bent gently towards its warmth Then passed to the other side. Now you who deeply feel its loss, be comforted, The rose still blooms there. Its beauty even greater now Nurtured by God's own loving care. Fondly remembering a generous, sweet gent who we all greatly admired <3