This poem was written to my Grandmother and I gave it to her along with this afghan which is made of 30 squares.
30 ROSES
A dozen roses,
Could not give thanks,
For the love that you have given.
Yet a single rose,
So pure and sweet,
Wilts shortly after it's given.
You may dry the rose,
To a delicate state,
And display it on the wall.
An untouchable memory,
That surly will crumble,
If ever it were to fall.
So this special gift,
I give to you,
Designed with love and care.
From granddaughter to grandmother,
Thirty roses,
You may display them anywhere!
May 1999
1 comment:
Beautiful afghan and the poem compliments it so well. She must be very special to receive such a wonderful gift.
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