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".