My mother’s favorite singer has always been Bette Midler and her favorite song The Rose.

This song has been playing in my mind for whatever reason the last few days and I wanted to hear it so I chose it for this week’s song.

My mother lost her best friend (my father) and is still trying to come to terms with that as we all are. She had a great love that some people will never have the opportunity to experience. He was the perfect rose that she stumbled upon. His seed has been planted, hopefully more roses will bloom for a long time to come.


Happy Friday. What are you listening to this week?



The rose

Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower, and you, its only seed

Its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
Its the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance
Its the one who wont be taken, the one who cant seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember that in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed, that with the suns love in the spring becomes the rose