The Saga of Glory Rose
When she was just a little girl she’d gaze up at the sky
viewing sun and clouds, the moon, the stars, and wonder why.
Why she lived upon this place, and how she came to be.
She wondered as she wandered, so curious was she.
On the day that she was born, a very early sign,
a birthmark on her tiny arm was there for them to find.
The mark shaped as a rosebud, “My Glory!” someone exclaimed,
And so they called her Glory Rose, and this became her name.
Rosebud tattoo began to fade with each new passing day,
Finally very few recalled why she was named this way.
And yet her name defined her in everything she tried,
her love of life and need to learn, she lived her living – wide.
She went her way and as she learned she spread her learning too,
Glory Rosy was glorious to all of those who knew.
She troubled over little things; none too small, too few.
“Please, take the time,” they’d hear her say “… before the time takes you!”
One day there was a mighty storm it blew in from the west.
The rivers flooded with the rain, ‘Mother Nature’s’ test.
One of the homes was swept away before all could escape
Raging waters swelling, they were no longer safe.
Glory Rose, not waiting, ran along the torrent’s wend.
Keeping pace with floating house until the river’s bend,
she dove into the waters, swam to the floundering home;
its timbers being tossed and torn, midst the swirling foam.
Among this chaos, trapped inside, she found the family bound.
Glory Rose untangled them and brought them safe and sound,
to the swollen rivers shore, where they could then be found.
Energy never flagging, as back and forth she came
until each were safe from harm, the river could not claim.
Just as she finally headed home, there came a giant surge
Glory Rose herself engulfed, within the river’s purge.
Town folk lined the river’s edge and hoped she’d reappear,
They held their breaths and waited, her death they greatly feared.
But Glory Rose still struggled, breaking through the pounding waves,
After being there for others, herself she then did save.
The saga told of Glory Rose began that very day,
Her bravery was amazing, but what did she have to say?
She laughed it off and then replied, “I lived up to my name!”
She then went on to live her life – pretty much the same.
No danger was too great, to save the others living
She saved herself,
she cared enough,
to live – while she was giving!
“It’s a very good thing to take care of others,
Just remember to take care of you too!”
Penny L Howe, 2013