My Mother is so my precious rose
Whose petals duly wrap around me,
So gone are many of the hurts in life
When she embraces me in her bloom.
From Eve's garden she grew,
Plucked by God's own hand,
An Angel in my loving eyes
So always watching over me.
Charmed with the brightest of colours
That Mother Nature could so nurture.
She is so a distant beautiful rainbow
In whose love I favourably flourish.
The sun will always shine on her
Illuminating her Motherly beauty,
Such beauty I hold nicely close
Be it duly so near or so far away.
Her stem will always stand firm
Supporting me in times of need,
So a pillar of wonderful strength
Aptly keeping me always upright.
My Mother is so my nice, precious rose
Whose thorns do not prickle but protect,
Entwined in her armour I face the World
To fall at no-one's bad feet but my own.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 27/02/2017
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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