A rose once grew where all could see, sheltered beside a garden wall

And as the days passed swiftly by it spread its branches straight and tall

One day a beam of light shone through a crevice that had opened wide

The rose bent gently towards its warmth then passed beyond to the other side

IN MEMORY OF RACHEL LOUISE MORAN

17 JANUARY 1981 -1 JANUARY 2003

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