Mama Likes the Roses
Mama likes the roses, soft and fair,
Their petals blush like the morning air.
A fragrance sweet that fills the day,
Whispers of love in every sway.
She tends them with a gentle hand,
Each bloom a wish, each stem a strand.
In the garden, her heart does grow,
Where roses bloom, love freely flows.
A tender smile, a softened grace,
The roses mirror her warm embrace.
Mama likes the roses, and they know,
Her love will guide them, as they grow.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (4)
Yes, awesome and a mother's love for everything and everyone.
Awesome
Lovely work Marie
Aww... That's such a beautiful poem... ✨❤