Like A Song
In a vase, sitting stunningly on our kitchen table,
And singing to my children's mother, are my
favorites among flowers.
These roses must be the the prime of
The pick, because they have clearly been
Divinely touched and enameled with beauty
By their Master and mine.
Nine red blossoms are singing their song;
And 12 more which presently are budding,
will soon break forth in staggering beauty.
At my request, these roses, like a symphony,
Are playing and singing their song for the mother
of my children, entitled, "Happy Mother's Day".
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