If Roses grow in Heaven

Beautiful poem. I am so sorry for your loss. I also recently lost my husband and understand how hard it is to say goodbye.

If I should be the first to go

And you remain awhile

Before you, too must walk alone

Down life’s last lonely mile,

I would not have you weep nor grieve

For happiness that’s flown

Lest tears bedim that misty vale

Down which my feet have gone.

If I should be the first to go

Beyond life’s mystic pale,

Just think of me as one who goes

To blaze a brighter trail

Across that unknown wilderness

That on some future day

Your feet may find a smoother path

Along that self-same way.

If I should be the first to go,

I shall walk slowly, dear,

For someday you will follow me

Across this new frontier,

I’ll mark each turn along the road

That you may walk the same;

I’l often pause to hear your voice

If you should call my name

If I should be the first to go

Beyond all earthly care,

I’;; try to linger near the gate

Untiil you enter there.

Then, hand in hand, with all of life’s

Hard battles fought and won

Together we shall find what lies

Beyond the setting sun.