Bless You ‘Mama’

When I look at that little rose,
That flower that grows and blossoms,
Like it lacks no minerals,
I look down at the source of its affirmation,
The foundation of its strength steadiness,
The root that brought in so much happiness,
The spring that had so little yet gave so much,
You are my shield against all atrocities and dangers,
The power of light in the midst of darkness,
The treasure that no Gold could match,
From whence all this beauty and purity originates,
Bless you ‘mama’.

Inspire Me

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