In the garden of life
A fair flower was planted
And with love it was tended
It wasn't a surprise that when it bloomed
It chased away all gloom
Upon its soft cheeks the dew cried
With its warmth the sun caressed
And with a lady's lips it was kissed
When it was given as a gift
And in the name of love received
But life was not perfect for it
No, here this flower could be hurt
And alas it was
Its beauty did not belong in a grave
So there could not be its end
The gardener knew this
So the flower was taken to a perfect place
Never to whither, always in bloom
But at the tears of the dew and the sun's warmth
It will be remembered at the sight of a pink rose
In loving memory of Priscilla K. Daudu
