The Rose and Thorny Stem

My children are a beautiful rose I am the thorny stem. I was a young bride with no home of my own mistreated and forced to abide I left my children behind.... Their fate was to be with out always longing for our brief moments together They always excepted me with out a doubt. Destiny did not abandon them it provided a firm bond between them Now that I've come home to stay The Lord has taken me away In Heaven I will wait for them. Madre mia, your mistaken you may have seen yourself as a thorny stem we saw you as our own precious jem Your fiery and vibrant soul The Lord has taken Our unforgettable memories of you can not be taken we will hold on to them until we reunite again.