Like so many
Another special flower picked
As sad as it may be
They're all placed in a basket
Each one is placed neatly
By the hands of the master
On earth they're missed dearly
And it doesn't seem fair
The bouquet is growing
The basket in full array
And though we're mourning
Their joy is well displayed
Soon it will be complete
When all of us there shall meet
Well be planted in his garden
At the setting of the sun
©lenni-x
L