Posey

My mother, Rose Florence Marie, died 56 years ago today.

"Posey"
Rose, you bloomed so sweetly in the summertime.
All the sun's warm light and all the rain's bright gleam
Gathered there in you.
You were beauty, you were love,
You were a symbol of all good things.
You were bright in the afternoon
But the morning had seen you cry.
The dewy tears you wept
Were shed for me.
You knew my heart would break
When you were gone.

My mother had a very difficult delivery when her first baby was born 75 years ago. The caesarian section performed left her at the threshold of death. She remained in a coma for a very long time.

While in a coma, the LORD JESUS appeared to her and asked, "Do you want to come with ME?"

Her response was, "I would love to go with YOU, but may I stay until my baby grows up?"

He agreed.

When I was 19 years old, HE came for her. She was ready. She knew her death was the fulfillment of HIS long-ago promise.