KEZZAR

KEZZAR
                   By Peter Sokolowskyj
                        15 February 2007

Magic is the essence from the blessing of a rose
Every precious petal is priceless I suppose
2001 at Edward Eagar Lodge I met one special rose
Kezzar is one soul practically that every one knows
Words can’t express what’s priceless nor measure
At David’s place she filled our cups, it was her pleasure
She welcomed everyone, her service … a treasure
Kezzar went out of her way to help others in need
Examined no pros and cons, just did her deed
Kezzar said goodbye to many she never knew
Paid respect at funerals where no one told her to
The magic of a rose offers us one amazing lesson
My father in heaven too gave his awesome blessin’
The seventh day he scattered the petals confessin’
One of the greatest flowers the lord collected
Presented it to the earth for us to select it
Every petal is soft precious and very sweet
How I remember Kezzar she was such a treat
Magic is that splendor the pleasure of a rose
Soothes the tender senses to every delicate nose
Fortunate I had the pleasure to able to know
A fabulous rose Kezzar taken from Gods show.
She died from respirative problems in her home
Diseased public housing she was home alone
No proper care from any charity castle she served
No one took the time to give what she deserved.