St Therese being my favourite saint I am always very aware when someone gives me flowers I always associate them coming from my friend St Therese,I always get over excited when someone gives me a rose as I dearly love the prayer.. Little Therese, Little Therese I come with a whispered prayer; Little Therese, Little Therese Have you a rose to spare? No pale bud do I ask of you, But a bloom that is wondrous fair: Little Therese, Little Therese Have you a rose to spare? Too little your hands to hold them all: You are dropping them everywhere. That beautiful one so near your heart: Have you that rose to spare? Ah yes! I know for your Love’s dear sake Thorns were your hoarded share: Sometimes though, you asked your Love If He had a rose to spare. What do you whisper, Little Therese, As you smile from your picture there. Have you but thorny stems for me: Have you no rose to spare? Then teach me, like you, to prize the thorns With their hidden healing rare. And I shall be glad, because for me You had truly a rose to spare. So you can imagine what I was thinking when this happened,,I was at a funeral and whilst we were at the grave side family members were throwing roses into the grave as the coffin was being lowered,one of the family members handed me a rose with no petals,I looked at it and my first thoughts were oh my yuk and I immediately said to Therese oh thanks a bunch I guess you have fell out with me,what a pitiful rose you have gave me today,,I left the graveyard in a bit of a huff and it bothered me all day in fact it bothered me for quite some time and I had to question why did I get a rose without petals,,Well the answer came a few weeks later and true to form St Therese my heavenly love and ever playing child was indeed playing with me ....A rose without petal poem below... A Rose Without Petals I come to You a tampered broken rose without petals, Decayed and rotten. But instead of turning me down, You take my beaten up stem into Your hands, And love me like a beautiful rose, And take care of me. Anyone else would have taken a glance, And looked the other way. For who could love a rose without petals? You. You love me, For my good qualities, Not for my past or for my sins, You see me in a way that I can’t see myself.