Poet's Pub

Roses for Mildred

(in memory of my beloved grandmother)

by Jason Kesterson

Let us plant roses for Mildred,

In hues of Amazing Grace,

Scents of wisdom and remembrance

A grand garden of blooming hymns

Let us create from our tears

Giant statues of brick and stone

To protect our labour from all

Weather.

To make certain that through

Rain, snow, and drought,

Her garden remains strong,

Vibrant and alive with her

Majesty

Even when October leaves fail

Their hosts and spiral to earth,

May her roses remain untainted.

Let Mildred's smile be reflected

From every petal,

And her laughter and voice drift

Among us,

In the tune of Amazing Grace

Let us hold our memories of her

In the palms of our hands,

As she now is holding in her

Hands the blossoms of Heaven

So let us hear her laughter,

Her words, her wisdom, her intellect,

May her strength be our strength,

May we smile her smile,

And may our hearts be the drive of

Our labour,

So let us feel blessed by the privilege

To have known such a spirit,

And let us plant roses for Mildred.