My Little Rose

My Little Rose

She was little Rose, a beatific vision
Bedecked in one of her mother’s old dresses
With a floppy spring hat devoid of starch
That battened down her curly tresses

Some might say she was bedraggled
By the holes and rends on her clothes
That bedlam reigned o’er the scene
And she was just a little painted Rose

But nothing could becloud her elegance
Not a tear or the wilt of her bows
For she was a thing of beauty
My little Rose from her head to her toes

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Words required to be used by "Para/Poem Challenge "Open""  in this poem:
         Beatific...Bedeck...Batten...Bedraggled...Bedlam...Becloud