A Mother is like a well watered garden
whose roots are steeped deep in care
as she looks into her children's face
sprouts of commitment are always there.
As the sprouts began to bloom in love
she feeds and nourishes them to grow
teaching her children about God and life
then petals soon start to show.
With each petal of encouragement
the colors get vibrant so they don't fade
building up her children's self esteem
adding fragrance to the way they are made.
Blooming a full garden of love
then character each blossom she gave
producing the most beautiful flowers
a bouquet her children can always save.
rhonda ramsey cash
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