MothersRoses

Mother's Roses

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TI never knew how Mother loved the Roses,

For they were never seen around our home;

Not in vase,nor in the beds she planted,

Though many flowers,not a Rose was grown:

She often stopped at neighbors fence,admiring,

The hybrid Teas that grew there,in the sun;

She'd rescue fallen petals from the ground,

But never did she grow them,no not one:

She tended to her flowers,faithfully,

Along with me and siblings,as we grew;

But it wasn't 'till we all were grown,it happened,

My Mother fell in love,and then we knew:

The house soon filled with Roses of all colors,

And in the yard were blooms of every size;

All the care,this gentle man did give them,

Reflected,brightly in my Mother's eyes:

I grew to love the man who brought the Roses,

For with the Roses he brought Love,so dear;

And as I look into the face of Mother,

I see the Love of Roses,Oh so clear:

-Bobby Smith

Copyright:2000(4th collection)

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