• Roses

    Roses smelling sweet In the valley of the Sun Blooming in the Spring. These are the roses Of the bright sunshine valley Shining in the wind. Roses, roses, rose In the sunshine of the sun Roses, rose, rose, rose. Now it is nighttime The roses are all sleeping In the nighttime air. My child sleep like them In the calm valley of them In the nighttime breeze. In the morning light You may pick the roses bright In the morning sun. Roses, Roses, rose In the light of the moonlight Roses, rose, rose, rose. Now my morning child Bring back yellow-red roses From the valley rose Roses, roses, rose In…

  • The Rose Garden

    It was late at night and she knew she was due at home in a half hour. But she couldn’t make her feet move to the door, couldn’t even make herself rise from her seat in the coffee shop. She sat at a small table for two in a corner, contentedly sipping a cup of hot chocolate and quietly tapping on her laptop. She was a writer at heart and often came here on weekends to tap out her thoughts and emotions into her characters. Sometimes she would come with her best friend, also a writer, but she usually came alone. Tonight, she wished her friend was with her, wished…