A rose for my Mother
A rose for my Mother
A rose for my Mother, placed gently with care,
On a small piece of stone where she lies,
With a heart full of love, as a small silent prayer,
Is sent on its way through the skies.
A mind, heavy laden with memory deep,
Of the guidance that she gave to me,
As I grew in my manner, her custom to keep,
Yet to be, who I wanted to be.
Just a small gentle lady with arms open wide,
And a World full of love in her soul,
Who let me, grow slowly, and never would chide,
She fulfilled every part, of her role.
A rose for my Mother, placed gently with care,
On a small piece of stone where she lies,
With a heart full of love, as a small silent prayer,
Is sent on its way, through the skies.
( Goodnight God Bless, love you! xx )
Mick
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