A rose so rare, one of its kind, love and beauty….a Mother.
A rose without thorns, not a petal was torn, a perfect rose stood straight and tall Mother is the most precious of all.
A rose is picked and put to dry,
the beauty is still there,
it never dies….a Mother!
A rose that can survive the worst kind of weather and yet the most delicate ever, a rose with a fragrance, there could be no other, a Mother