She went Home in 2004. She may not have been blood related, but in my heart, she was "Momma"..I called her Momma. She called me Precious. She was my yellow rose.
The Yellow Rose
Few things in life hold true to beauty
Like the yellow rose
From the ground it leaps up
In vibrant color it is determined
To proclaim its arrival, no it will not be silenced
A song bursts forth from its tiny bud
Sent to bless all those who will listen -
Still, the yellow rose pushes forward
To do more, to be more
A radiant light emerges from the darkness
Though its days be numbered on Earth
The yellow rose stands strong and tall
Through all of life's storms to share
It's beauty and elegance with all
Who will take the time to enjoy?
The fragrance of its worth
©2004LisaM.Earnest
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