A poem for my mom
When you first began to care
It was just a seedling then
so small, so little, so fair
You took it into your heart
And loved it your very best
You taught it to be special
And not to follow the rest
this rose is now blossoming
After all your caring touch
It owes its whole life to you
For it loves you very much
So just remember in this life
You aren't as worthless as you might feel
For the rose which is now blossoming
Is, because of your love, so real.
