"A Rose was found in the snow, some 92
years ago.
It lay restful all alone on my Grandma's porch
with it's winter's chill.
When a little girl picked it up, rushed it to
her red freezing nose to get it's first smell.
She held it tight with her mittens of pink, too
young to know, that in winter roses don't
grow.
Excited,  filled with happiness, she ran up the
stairs to find her new born baby sister's bedroom
door closed.
Opening the door slowly she showed her crying
mom the rose.
At that moment the doctor pronounced the passing
of her baby sister who's name was ROSEALINDA."