This is a collection of poems written by my mother.
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.