(This is a re-post to honor my mama for mother’s day)

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.