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Caring for them, Tending them, Nurturing them, Watching them, Like roses in her garden. A mother bestows heavenly fragrance On her children with saintly patience. Blessed bouquets of sacred good sense She plants as they grow into men, Or into beautiful women, In the garden of life blossom. A mother distills life lessons Like morning dews, Showing the right paths to choose, Fostering Children growing, In her loving care increasing In size strong and straight, Taught to realize eternities fate. A mother cultivates a rose's splendour, Trains Celestial spirits to soar, Till they touch the sky, Filling paradise's gloried chambers on high. In the red red rose she shares Shines the color that royal courage bears, The sparkling hue of divine charity, Lighting the fires of bravery, Maintaining sanctity. In fervently enduring integrity Mothers love in deep strength of intensity. A mother endows with patience constancy As a red red rose’s blood She gives honor of a red rose bud. Her life is educating By showing Giving example of love’s consistency, Constantly, Unconditionally... The white rose a mother gives Is become a symbol of light To make it through this days night, Engendering faith in eternal life bright. The white rose signifys purity, Peace assuirity, Sincerity, A child’s innocent piety, Ever faithfullness, The joy of success. The pink rose a mother gives Brings true joy To somber spirits buoy This veritable color of coy. Pink means loving happiness, Contentedness. The good life imparts Love in human hearts. The yellow rose a mother gives Shaded in honorable loyalty Sincere fidelity Developing into prosperity. Yellow is the color of promise An awakened premise Bearing the warmth of the sun This color of good life fun. The yellow rose does imbue Inspired spirits to go forth and do! The purple rose stands for life’s passion, Always moving with gusto. Mother’s fashion. In carriage of regal royalty Life’s deep purple intensity Supreme love’s propensity. A mother bears with grace, great worth’s richness Bearing natural amorousness In love with her garden of flowers On whom her whole attention showers. For the flowers are her life’s purpose Giving her meaningfullness, Watching them grow her adventure A beloved Goddesses venture. 
Will until I too grow old Like the gold foil flower Bound for her place in God’s Celestial bower Possessing great richness unpresumptuous Fulfilled in life’s great abundance. |
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"A MOTHER'S LOVE"
