Mothers and Roses so much alike.
Both signs of beauty,both lovely sights.
Brought down to us on the wings of a dove.
Both bring us sunshine and lots of love.
Out of their pain their children they bring.
With only joy and wishes for good things.
Less sleep for an infant so dear.
Nothing but sweet song shall we hear.
Mothers and Roses so much alike.
Sway ever so gently when things aren't right
She watches and guides us year after year.
Saddens when the time comes we are not near.
Like the sentimental rose pressed in a book
Where we may always take a look
All precious memories mothers have gained
Are locked in their hearts to forever remain
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