C arol A. Nadeau
Feb 13, 1944 – Oct 24, 2008
Beatrice A. Mead
Feb 22, 1932 – Oct 14, 2007
A rose so rare
One of a kind,
Love and beauty a mother
A rose without thorns
Not a petal was torn,
A perfect rose stood straight and tall
My mother was the most precious of all.
A rose that survived the worst kind of weather
And yet the most delicate ever,
A rose with a fragrance
There could be no other,
You see this rose is my mother.
A rose is picked and put to dry,
The beauty is still there
It never dies.
In memory of the best two mothers ever.
Never forgotten by the families that love you dearly.