The Treasury of Memories by Dr Ram Lakhan Prasad - HTML preview

The Pretty Rose Of My Tray

I am sitting here in my bedroom, looking at

her picture.

And wondering why she couldn't be a part of

my future

Whenever the uncontrollable tears stream

down my face

This is that hard time when my heart beat

starts to race

Then I question God why he has taken my wife

from my life

It would be less painful if He stabbed me with

a sharp knife

I still needed her cos she had not completed

her task here

She was the only one who was to make

everything so clear

She was my essential part and I remain a part

of her forever

When she passed away a part of me went with

her together

I never knew that it was so difficult to lose

someone you love

But the truth hurt me the day she went to the

heaven above

Although I can't see but I know you’re up

there watching me

I know you’re keeping your hand of blessing to

look after me 

I miss you more and more everyday and all I

can do is to pray

In my heart you will forever remain the pretty

rose of my tray.