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.
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Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
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