In Dale’s Garden
In memory of Dale, whose love did bloom,
Amongst petals and thorns, in her garden’s room.
With grace, she tended to roses so fair,
Their fragrance and beauty filled the air.
In every bud that started to unfurl,
She found solace and peace in this floral world.
Her hands, like a gardener’s, gentle and kind,
Nurtured each blossom, a love so divine.
Through seasons of sunshine, rain, and frost,
Her roses stood strong, no matter the cost.
In her garden, a tapestry of colors did thrive,
A testament to the love she’d derive.
Though Dale has now journeyed beyond our sight,
Her legacy blooms in the soft, golden light.
In roses, we see her spirit’s embrace,
A reminder of beauty, in this tranquil space.
So let us remember, with each rose in bloom,
The love of our neighbor, Dale, in every perfume.
In her garden, her memory lives on,
As we tend to the roses, until we are gone.