I took this special flower,
    Just a bud back then,
And pampered and tended it
   I knew it cam from him.

    Sometimes it stuck me,
Roses have thorns you know.
    But I'd wipe my tears
   And help my flower grow.

I would protect my flower
When winter storms came:
And wait for spring time
   To gently call her name.

  I loved that flower,
   And I always will.
This was her last winter,
And my garden is so still.

Don't cry for me.  There is
Always a flower in my heart.
  And when I see a garden,
    We are not apart.

   In my garden,
Was a special flower,
God sent for me to tend.