I would rather have a little rose from the garden of a friend,
than to have the choicest flowers when my stay on earth must end.
I would rather have one pleasant word in kindness said to me
than flattery when my heart is still and life has ceased to be.
I would rather have a loving smile from friends I know are true,
than tears shed in my memory when this world I bid adieu.
Please bring me your good intents & posies today,
whether grand or tiny, pink or white;
I’d rather have a single blossom now,
Than when I’m home and in His Light. -Anon
With much love,