White Roses

Now some may think it coincidence,

And I’d not be quick to disagree,

Mother asked, when sister died,

“Send a white rose when you arrive.” 

Mother then went shopping—

Oh, not on a wild spree--

When a woman laid before her eyes,

A lovely rose, white as can be. 

Well, some don’t believe in miracles,

Though with them I’d disagree:

For Mother asked and sister did provide,

Proof…if you’re open to believe.

A week later she went shopping,

And a woman she’d never seen

Came up to her with a basket,

Giving her a rose, white as can be.

Faith can move mountains,

We’ve all heard I think,

But I’d like to know when struggles grow,

Where to get the faith we need?

It comes through folks we know,

People, here and there we meet,

Remember this, for heaven’s sake,

People may need you to believe!

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This is a true story! My sister had passed away and my mother asked her for a sign of white roses that she was okay. A week later, she went shopping at Nordstrom's and a lady approached her with a basket of white roses, giving one to my mother.