Peter VincentBENNER12th June 1916 A rose once grew where all could see sheltered beside a garden wall and as the days past swiftly by It spread its branches, straight and tall... One day, a beam of light shone through a crevice that had opened wide- The rose bent gently toward its warmth Then passed beyond to the other side... Now all of us who feel your loss will be comforted that the rose blooms there, its beauty greater now, nurtured by God's loving care. With love Anita, Linda, Lily, Mike, Helen, Toria, Eliot, Christian, Rafe, Molly and Tom. XXX
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