Her Rose Has Turned To White | The Grief Toolbox

by: Marjorie May Pearson

Her rose has turned to white,

My mom she’s nowhere in sight.

She lost the battle she fought

She’s gone where she ought.

She was lifted

By Him and gifted

Dancing in heaven

She passed away February eleven

Singing with the angels choir

Sometimes I hear her

“Praise Him, Praise Him

All the little children.

God is love, God is love.”

Sometimes I hear

“I got the joy, joy, joy, joy

down in my heart,

I got the joy, joy, joy, joy,

Down in my heart

Down in my heart to stay.

And I’m so happy, so very happy

I got the love of Jesus down in my heart..”

She’s kneeling before him,

Mom’s body whole again.

And I praise Jesus

He had her on earth with us

Even if it was a short time,

Vicki will always be mine.

My mom.

About the Author

I grew up in Jackson, MS the first half of my life and from 12 to 24 I grew up in Kilmichael, MS. I moved around a lot from 24 to 29, at 30 I moved to Clinton, MS where I now reside. I lived with my Granny Boots from 30 to 32 years old and now at 33 I still grieve for my Mom & Granny who died within months of each other Spring of 2014. I write children's books, so writing a poem to grieve through for my Mom was easy. I wrote "Her Rose Is White" based on something she told me about Mother's Day when children wear roses in honor of their mothers: white if their mother has passed and red if their mother is still living.

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