Tending Gods garden.

Its winter time,here below,the roses you loved so well have gone to sleep.

Like you are sleeping,in Gods sweet home.

Like the roses,you loved so well,asleep waiting to awaken in the spring.

We miss you Mother,and there will never be another for us as you.

The loss we feel in hearts,is like a pain with no end.

And will you be waiting,for us when God sends for us?

Like the roses,we will awaken,in your lovely garden.

But till that time comes,you are always in our hearts.

Its Christmas time,Mother.And once again we spend it with out you,alone.

We have each other.It's not the same.

If only you were here,to trim this tree.Its so pretty,can you see?

No present under the tree,with your name.No.Christmas is not the same.

Our love is all that we can send.

On the flow of the wind.

I know that we should not be sad.Me,brother,sister,and Dad.

You are at peace,now Mother.

But,if we had our choice,we would want you here,oh its so sad.

To hold you close,to hear your voice say my name.

At night,when the stars are shining,in Gods sky.

I wonder.which one you are.

Looking down on us,oh so far.

But,your a rose in God's garden.

You know in my heart,I still see your face.

So full of love,so full of grace.

Your memory will live on in our hearts,like no other.

Because,you see we miss you Mother.

Do you see your children,growing older?

Trying to be the way you taught.

Some day soon,in Gods time,we all be together again,in your garden.

Will you be there,to great me home?

To say,welcome dear?

Will you reach out your arms,and hold me close?

Oh yes,I know you will,but for now your tending Gods rose garden.

You,were always there for me.

And now I feel so lost.

Losing you,Mother,a terrible cost.

There is not a day that passes by,that I dont think of you.

A sound,a flower,and I think of you,Mother.

Life for me is not the same,since God called you home.

You are at peace.

So,before I go,One more thing to say.

When its my time,on that great day.

Leave your garden,and come for me.

Take my hand,guide me down that golden path.

But for now,I know your tending Gods rose garden.

This page is in memory of Jennelyn Eleanor Roisum

Sadly missed by: Oliver Roisum,Husband

Kevin Roisum,Son

Micheal Roisum,Son

Linnea Roisum,Daughter

But.now she is tending God's rose garden.