Her love for roses

In nature's canvas, roses softly sway,

Their colours in the sunlight's tender play.

A tribute to my grandma, now at rest,

Her love for roses, by her side, expressed.

Each petal tells a story, love untold,

In Grandma's arms, I'd find my heart consoled.

Her presence, like a fragrant, blooming rose,

In memory's garden, forever glows.

Through life's winding path, like petals, we roam,

But her wisdom guides me, now she's gone home.

Her laughter, like a gentle breeze, still sings,

Amongst the roses, her spirit takes wings.

With every rose that graces morning's light,

I feel her love, a beacon shining bright.

Though parted by the hand of fate's embrace,

In every bud, I find her loving grace.

So, as the roses bloom in vibrant cheer,

I sense her spirit, ever-present, near.

In nature's tapestry, her love endures,

Among the roses, her memory ensures.