I saw a rose in winter
Standing tall, displaying rare beauty
it reminded me of my mother
Like an Oak tree straight and steady
Surviving the snows that cover her only
makes Her bold
The rose will hold its value in winter
pure as liquid gold
Mother, you made memories
Even against the elements
Fourteen children at your feet
No time to complain or vent
Mother, you took nourishment
From the cold encircling your feet
Even when you left us, it wasn’t in defeat
I’ll look for you in springtime
When the roses bud and bloom
until then, you will be in my heart
I WILL see you soon
