Given.
A gentle Cornish lady would often say
when looking at winter\'s dawning sky
and pointing to sunrise - \"A given day
this be an\' oh what a gift for we to try
puzzlin\' out why this morn appears not
a usual winter-clad day an\' be we glad
me dear little maid that troubles forgot
to vex us this day with anything sad\"
Old Rosie would just for fun endeavour
to wink at my ignorance that by smiles
we help Heaven to send small treasures
in ways hidden but there for the finding.
She would bend to touch minute blooms
and eyes alight state that Cornwall\'s sun
\"be lightin\' their jewel-faces wi\' gurt dew
this given day so look afore they be gone.
Dear Rosie lived by such simple reminders
and what better could she have left behind.