THE ROSE

my love, my heart

By Margaret BrennanPublished 12 days ago • 1 min read

THE ROSE

My love, my heart

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There’s a flower in my garden;

I’ll handle it with care.

To lost it would be tragic,

For it’s a flower rare.

It’s all I’ve ever wanted

And I hope we never part,

For the flower’s you, my darling

And the garden is my heart.

I am a 79-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.

My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.

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Written by Margaret Brennan