Sunday, January 24, 2016
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My Mother A Rose
A rose so rare, one of a kind, love & beauty a mother, yes! Mine.
A rose without thorns, not a petal was torn, a perfect rose. My mother was the most precious of all. A rose that survived the worst weather & yet the most delicate ever, a rose with a fragrance there could be no other. This rose was my Mother. A rose is picked & put to dry, the beauty is still there it never dies, Mother you will always live in my heart until we meet again. I love you for being the strong woman you always were.
Your son,
David
