Rhythmic Stories January 8, 2022

Mother was a Rose

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

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