Rose....Our Darling Angel

On silent wings from up above,
came whispered cries of Mourning Doves.

The sight before them was a grave,
where little Rose had once been laid.

A meer five years she'd been alive.
She hardly lived before she died.

" Our Darling Angel" still barely shown,
was carved with love upon her stone.

Her resting place below the trees,
is littered with earthy debris.

Flora and Fauna in early dawn,
gave calming peace to look upon.

The bright suns rays burst through white clouds,
covered her grave, a Holy Shroud.

Then Seraphims songs seamed to swirl,
as God brought home his precious girl.