A rose so rare,
one of its kind,
love and beauty a mother,
yes!
mine.
A rose without thorns,
not a petal was torn,
a perfect rose stood straight and tall,
my mother was the most precious of all.
A rose that survived the worst kind of weather
and yet the most delicate ever,
a rose with a fragrance,
there could be know other,
you see this rose is my Mother.
A rose is picked and put to dry,
the beauty is still there,
it never dies.
Tribute To Mother Poem
This just reminded me of the most wonderful Mother who brought us up(12 children) so good and gave us everything, yet she had nothing, but the nothing she had was everything, miss her so much xx
My Mother A Rose
Published by Family Friend Poems January 2008 with permission of the Author.
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