HER LIFE IS LIKE A ROSE
She begins as a bud
Searching for the beauty of the sun
To share her inner soul
She brings happiness and love to those she is around
She matures into the lovely bloom
Admired for her loving ways
Then the bloom fades away
And the memory of the rose lingers on never to go astray
MOTHER, HER UNERSTANDING WAY
Her understanding way is the key,
In which she comforts me.
Her life is of the normal way,
Each and every day.
As she lives, a happy smile she will give,
Trying to make life for everyone a little better to live.
She is there to comfort me when I am down,
Trying to bring a smile where there is a frown..
For this is just her way of living,
Sometimes receiving, always giving.
Email: catalina.batista@att.net
