For my Grandma.
A blossom fine— Dacotah Rose
whose bloom inspires fragrant prose
has graced the world with beauty true
as pure and bright as morning dew
Her sweetly essence filled the air
enfolded us in tender care
Her gentle smile, which gleamed with grace
incited joy upon one's face
And heartening heart, both deep and vast
imparted love that's unsurpassed
The heart, still full; the face, still joy’d; the air, still sugary sweet
will each remain forevermore, until again we meet
Love (with all of my heart) your Bobby
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