Saturday, September 18, 2010
she looks at the rose,
t'was faintly scented
she loved it.
it was such a simple white rose,
it may not be grand nor brightly coloured,
it may not be costly nor unobtainable,
but it was a special rose nonetheless.
that a child will always have a special place
in her mother's heart.
Posted by a fish that dreamt a world away at 12:57 AM