These roses, mama,
I planted for you.
I hope you see them,
in morning’s dew.
I look to their beauty,
behold your spirit.
Each flower I see,
I feel you near it.
Beautiful flowers
you always grew.
Gardens of grace,
in their morning’s dew.
I long for the day,
I see you again.
You in the roses,
must do, till then.
These roses mama,
I planted for you.
Redhead Reflections 
So sweet. 😀
Thank you so much!
Beautiful poem, Lisa ☺ Thanks for sharing!
Aww thank you so much! 🙂
You are most welcome! 🙂
Very beautiful!❤🌹
Thank you! 🙂
You’re welcome. ☺Blessings and peace.