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*Mamas Love Roses©(for every mother who has ever lost a son to the war) Red roses were his favorite, although he also liked yellow. He would always give me one of each, he was just a darling fellow. We'd just sit together, i'd tell him a childhood story. He'd smile that smile of his, cause it always made him giddy. I walk along the garden path, and see rose petals along the way. I know everything will be alright, for my handsome lad is sending down: his sweet love from heaven everyday! (i miss you my son but i've kept the roses:everyone) Copyright ©2006~S@L~ Vote for this poem |
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