A Mother's Rose

A Mother’s Rose

A mother’s rose will never die,

For it is strong and firm and able.

It must protect and never shy

From that which could be evil.

A mother’s rose has many a thorn,

One for each of her battles.

They begin to grow the day she is born,

And every sleepless night after.

A mother’s rose is silky and smooth,

As tender as its petals.

 With a fragrance that is there to soothe,

And comfort here and after.

A mother’s rose will grow and grow,

And never stop believing.

Some of you may never know

Just how large her rose will go.

A mother’s rose will never die,

For it is strong and firm and able.

It must protect and never shy,

From that which could be evil.