Yesterday, I shared with you what I snagged at the thrift store. One of the last frames I grabbed before checking out, was this one:
I grabbed it for the size and the thickness of the frame. I didn't bother to read the print inside, not important.
At home, when I was pulling the frames apart to clean them, I did stop to read the poem in this frame. Here's what it reads:
If the print is too small for ya, here's what it reads:
"One Little Rose"
I would rather have one little Rose
from the garden of a friend,
Than to have the choicest flowers
when my stay on earth must end.
I would rather have the kindest words
from those folks I love to see,
Than flattery when my heart is still,
and this life has ceased to be.
I would rather have a loving smile
from friends I know are true,
than tears around my casket
when this world I bid adieu.
Then bring all the flowers today
whether white or pink or red,
for I'd rather have one blossom now
than a truck load when I'm dead.
I turned it over to find a personal note on the backside...
"To Jean and Cliff Nickels 4/16/89
With all my love and appreciation for your tolerance and friendship, I pray it will be a long and happy association. 'Just be patient with me God isn't finished with me yet.' Lloyd Williams"
The frame looks lovely with a fresh coat of paint.
This little bit of poetic history has said it's last good-bye.
Roll in the truck load of flowers