A Rose is a Rose is a Rose
I suppose
But so much can be wrapped up in sweet petal shades
How soft, like her hands used to feel
The aroma from my childhood days
Mixed in with tortillas and lemon
Her journey was impeded with thorns
Yet warm smiles were all that we saw
Her children, the sun, always adored
Opened her heart to every day
She sang to us, comforted us, told funny jokes
The sound of her voice still rings clear
As the rustling of leaves
in the still of night
Rose flower says Love
Her breath said Home
So a Rose is just a Rose...
except I think they were her favorite
-A.R.
2 comments:
Exquisite! What a wonderful gift to make for your mom.
Simply beautiful! What a lovely gift.
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