ROSES FOR MRS. LINCOLN
If I could pluck a rose for Dear Mrs. Lincoln
What color would it be?
It would be difficult to choose
For her life was so colorful you see.
The first that I would choose
Might be a rose so fair and white
To symbolize her girlhood
And her dreams so pure and bright.
For Springfields days
The rose would be yellow and fair
For friendship with Steven Douglas
And the other suitors she had there.
The next Springfield rose I see
Is loves perfect rose so red.
For Abraham Lincoln
The man she chose to wed.
As days turned to years
And time went swiftly by
A pink rose would surely bloom
For the four children born ,three in a grave to lie.
1860 came with dreams fulfilled
What rose would be for the years ahead?
So hard to chose for the colors change
So one of each yellow, pink, white, red.
As you see it is a wreath of roses
her honor to pay
For her life so full of dreams and plans
The pain and the sadness in life she gave.
So today I pluck a glorious wreath
Of roses bright and fair
And silently send them up to her
In her Heavenly home up there.
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