ROSES FOR MRS. LINCOLN
by
Joanne Shelby
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
Springfield’s 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
Needed
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.
