Yes

Yes, just one rose would do said the Lord. It is time to come home My child. I have prepared your place among the Angels. Your work has been finished on earth. You left your legacy of your children and your poetry. I watched this rose bloom from a tiny bud. It blossomed to a full budded flower. It started off straight and tall growing to the Son. Over the years I watched the petals began to fall as Satan slipped right on in. As I watched what was happening, I would blow a gentle breath to remind you which way you should grow. I was very pleased when My rose pleaded the blood of My Son to be washed pure. This rose turned red as the color of My Son's Blood. Which made her pure as snow. I watched as each petal of the flower strengthened every day thru Me. " Yes, Just One Rose Will Do" to add to my beautiful boutique.

Lord, I praise You for taking my mother home to be with You. I thank You for ending her suffering here on earth. I know You welcomed her with gladness and she is now singing with the Angels. My Grandmother and Aunts were there for the promised reunion. Sister four joined them on Sept. 24,00. One day it will be sisters five, as they pledged to each other to stay in Your word Dear Father. One day we will all have a reunion. What a joyful day when You choose to pick this flower from the face of the earth. Alleluia! Dear Father, make it soon! I can hardly wait to join You on that great reunion day.

My Mother Winnie Lovett joined the Lord on March 5, 2000. She is at peace and does not have to struggle for each breath now. She had been sick for the last six years and was on oxygen for 24 hours a day. She had smoked for 50 years and paid the price. I am thankful that she did not have to stay in a nursing home. She was in rehabilitation home for 1 1/2 weeks which she hated. She wanted to come home and be with the ones that loved her. If you have a loved one that smokes please try to convince them to stop. It was the hardest thing in the world for me to watch my Mother suffer. I am thankful for the six years that the Lord gave me. We grew closer over those years. I thank my husband for being with us, he would take her paper each morning and make a cup of coffee for her. He loved to pick on her each day. Saturday night she called us both in her room to tell us how much she loved us and appreciated everything we had done for her. Being a care taker is very hard, but believe me it was worth making my mothers last 6 years comfortable. Remember to be kind to the elderly, they only want a little of your time and a kind word. Visit as much as possible, because soon they will be gone. I have my mothers poems and feeling on this site, so please visit on the link of her name.
In memory of my Mother Winnie Lovett 9/4/33 to 3/5/2000
AmeliaAnne 3/14/00

Sister's Three

When we get together,
So happy we will be.
We'll have a great reunion,
Yes just us sisters three.

We'll talk about the good times.
And speak about the bad.
And talk about the joys we've missed,
For everyday we've had.

We need to stay much closer,
The days are passing fast.
It won't be to much longer,
We'll be going home at last.

Oh when we get to heaven,
So wonderful it will be.
Then it will be sisters five,
No longer sisters three.

Dedicated to my sisters

by Winnie Lovett 1995

1995 was the first time the three
sisters had been together in many years.
Winnie joined the Lord 3/5/00
Wanda joined the Lord 9/24/00
Four Sisters have joined the Lord now!

One Red Rose

When time has come for our parting,
And I bid you all adieu.
Don't spend your money for flowers,
One Red Rose will do.

For I'm going to a beautiful garden,
At last when my work is through.
I'll be with Jesus in Heaven,
So just One Rose will do.

For I'd rather have one flower,
From a garden of a friend.
Than a whole truck load of flowers,
When my day on earth shall end.

I'd rather have a tender word,
In kindness said to me.
Than tears shed around my coffin,
When my life has ceased to be.

So One Red Rose is my heart's desire,
Placed with love into my hand.
Yes, just One Rose to carry,
On my way to the Promised Land,

I placed the one red rose in
my mothers hand with my love.

This poem has been in my Grandmother album since 1968 when she passed. I do not know if my mother wrote it. She said she that she had revised it. So please do not take. If anyone knows of the author, please email me. My mother made this album up in 1968, she never got over the loss of her mother. I am so happy knowing that my mother is with her now.
God Bless

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