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.
Copyright © Gloria Cervantes | Year Posted 2007
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