My Mother's Poems

The Rose: Version Two

The Rose:
Version Two

I looked out my window at the rose bush
I had planted a few weeks before.

As I watched leaves began to appear,
Also little buds
Which would soon become beautiful roses.

I kept watch on the bush throughout the day.

The next morning the firs thing I did
Was go to my window
And look at the bush.

There was two beautiful roses,
They were a beautiful red.

It was sad that they would soon wither and die
It would be wonderful if they could live forever.