My Mama

(a poem I wrote several years ago for Mama on Mother’s Day)

My mama is the prettiest rose

On any arbor you’ll find.

You can examine the highs and search the lows,

But you must also keep this in mind…

My mama is the most sweet-smelling rose

That ever grew under the sun.

You can see with your eyes and rely on your nose,

But you must know I am still not done.

My mama is a joyful rose that matchless and unequalled shines.

You can almost find her, you’re getting close,

But there’s still a few more lines…

My mama is my favorite rose.

That I with confidence can say.

And I’m glad to have her for my own

Each and every day.

~Jayla