My mother is a rose
She blossoms and she grows
The garden in her heart
Once hardened, torn apart
How kind is she
The her in me
The Mom I need
Maybe I will never understand
But I love my mother’s gentle hand
Guiding life’s meandering roads
Only she knows, there she goes
How kind is she, the her in me
The Mom I need, I love and see
Jul 4, 2024
Jul 4, 2024 at 4:49 AM UTC
My mother is a rose
She blossoms and she grows
The garden in her heart
Once hardened, torn apart
How kind is she
The her in me
The Mom I need
Maybe I will never understand
But I love my mother’s gentle hand
Guiding life’s meandering roads
Only she knows, there she goes
How kind is she, the her in me
The Mom I need, I love and see
