My Mother's Roses

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My Mother's Roses

My Mother's roses
bud in wintertime.
She brought them in from outside.
While the snow winds blow
they bloom and grow forever.

My Mother's roses
bloom in wintertime.
For those of us that
have gone before us;
life everlasting immortal.

My Mother's roses
bloom in wintertime.
As we grow older
our hearts and souls are
opening flowers for Jesus.

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

CherylLambrecht’s Poems (21)

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DIFFERENT, AND SPRING 0
I Could've Been... 0
God's Mysterious Ways 1996 0
God, Please 1
Holydays 1
WHEREVER MY LIFE LEADS 1
Vincent Van Goh 1
SPARROW, SPARROW, WILD 1
Jesus Is A Rock Star 1
To The Tree, God Gives 1
Try and Live On Earth As You Would Live In Heaven 2
God Is Revealing 1
A TRINITY OF HAIKU FOR YOU 2
Which Came First, The Chicken or the Egg? 4
Whistler 1
My Mother's Roses 0
The Sun Is Always Shining Above The Clouds 1
I Have The Winter Blahs Blues 0
Rita's Crow 0
I Can Hear The Whistle Blowing 1
Moon Blues 1