I Picked a Rose
In a lovely place paradisiacal,
where the softest showers bring
blooms that open up their petals
and then begin to sing
and shimmer in synchronization,
with undulating hues,
vocalizing for their Maker their
sweet melodious tunes. . . .
is where I saw you first,
fair flower- among that radiant cluster,
echoing your praise
with all the fervor you could muster.
You resided in a spot,
slightly shaded. .. .on the border,
where ornamental shrubbery
lent an immaculate order.
Not amidst the pansies
or the other annual flowers
that glimmer for their time
but need rest at pre-set hours.. .
but there with the stalwart bushes,
unobtrusive in your pose -
A simple classic beauty;
for my guide, I picked a rose.
(For my mother, who is a very spiritual, faithful and modest
woman and a very immaculate housekeeper as well! This poem imagines
that we might select our parents before we are born! by the way, my mom turned 90 this past March 23rd!)
For A Mother's Love, Tributes Of Love For Mother's Day Poetry Contest
Sponsor: BJ Legros Kelley
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
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