Hiding somewhere deep in the earth,
was a small bulb.
Unearthed from my mama's garden
and replanted in the dry soil of my own,
I doubted that it would ever grow again.
This morning 3 years later,
a blossom erupts.
My eyes water at the sight of it.
A friend of a dear friend of mine
wrote the song, Roses Will Bloom.
The chorus is simple,
Roses will bloom again,
Just wait and see.
Don't mourn what might have been,
Only God knows where and when,
But roses will bloom again.
It's a promise of sunshine after rain
and joy after pain.
He will come.
Life will burst forth from the dark,
dry soil of your heart.
Roses Will Bloom Again,
Mama didn't grow roses.
She loved tulips, amaryllis, irises and lillies
the flowers that bloom again year after year.