Golden Rose
A Golden Rose
God made a golden rose
Our mother she would be
The perfect will of God
She’s a precious gift to me
Th is has shown to me
To be a wonderful design
By a gentle loving Master
Who’s loving and kind
Th e beauty of this Rose
Began with a tiny seed
God showered her with a blessing
And planted her with a need
She learned it wasn’t easy
When God tilled and sowed
But it has to be done
So this little Rose could grow
God planted her in His garden
And covered her with His love
Our mother she’ll always be
A Golden Rose
who came from above
( I wrote this poem for my mother in 2002
Copyright © Susan Smith | Year Posted 2022
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