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                                                          The Promise of Jonquils

Beneath the ground

The Jonquils are sleeping

And even as the winds of winter blow

Their tiny roots descend into the darkness

And upward tender shoots begin to grow

The promise of a miracle lies hidden

Through the stormy times that life can bring

And in your heart new joys will grow and blossom

As surely as the Jonquils in spring       -    Author Unknown

 

We dedicate this poem to the Earby family