I was a rose; simple, beautiful, sweet, and with thorns. No matter what name you knew me by, Susanne Michelle Ferrari, or just Shelly, I was always just as sweet. Grown, raised, nurtured by the love of my family, my father Don, my mother Jean, my brother Rick to be a unique specimen within a garden of others. Though my leaves and petals are now gone, I'm always there, just close your eyes and see me, take a deep breath and smell me. I was a rose, whose winter came too early.
I was a rose; simple, beautiful, sweet, and with thorns. No matter what name you knew me by, Susanne Michelle Ferrari, or just Shelly, I was always just as sweet. Grown, raised, nurtured by the love of my family, my father Don, my mother Jean, my brother Rick to be a unique specimen within a garden of others. Though my leaves and petals are now gone, I'm always there, just close your eyes and see me, take a deep breath and smell me. I was a rose, whose winter came too early.
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