Mother, you are my White Rose
A rose embraced by  cotton petals, emanating  a sweet intoxicating aroma of jazmin and pearls
A fragrance so delightful that it engulfs the spirit with inexplicable  sweetness of love
You are as exquisite as a good wine
Delicate as a newborn
Warm and cozy as a cashmere blanket
Thus, mother, you are my White Rose!
I will forever remember  the day you said to me " Oh, daughter of mine, thank you for being such a beautiful and caring daughter"
My response was " Oh, mom, you don't have to thank me, for it is my obligation, my duty to take care of you, besides, I do it with delight, because, it comes from my heart"
I am so glad that we thanked each other, because our gratitudes came from the deepest part of our souls
Although, I thanked you for being my mother, I forgot to thank you for being my White Rose!

BY

Mayra Castillo

Written as a tribute to my beloved mother, who, now resides in the Lord's garden. I love you mom. You will always be my White Rose. My mother's name is Regina. Born 1934   Died 2010