by Joylynn Charity Miller
Once, a little rose bush
With no blooms yet to bear,
Inched itself toward a picket fence
And quietly rested there.
Then day by day it pulled its stems
To the flaws in the fence's wall,
And slowly crept its way...
Until it wasn't there at all.
On the other side it flourished,
On the other side, grew lush,
But the planter ...of the seedling
Missed that beautiful rose bush!
So young and it had vanished!
So small and it was gone!
But on the other side of the fence
It still, to life, held on!
And as the little babies here
Have left without a trace,
They rest upon the heavenly shore,
And bloom in all God's grace!