"Paper Roses"

Her motherly heart just swooned
at her youngest's freckled smile,
and the gift that he had brought her
surpassed others by a mile!

He presented a paper Rose
in his tiny outstretched hand
that he'd bought from a little grey lady
at a booth by the corner newsstand.

It had only cost a dime
but it was back there in the day
when a dime would buy an Ice-Cream Cone
or a toy with which to play.

The dime was his allowance
for the entire week!
He thought the money well spent
by the smile upon his cheek.

No mother was ever so proud,
or ever so deeply moved!
No gift was ever more precious!
No mother ever felt more loved!

No bouquet was ever more thrilling!
Even a diamond's brilliant glow
could'nt compare to the beauty of
that humble Paper Rose!

By Ron Cole

 

© 2009 Ron Cole (All rights reserved)

 

 

Reviews

[Brianna Brie]

This reminds me of the precious weeds that little ones bring to their mommies with such admiration and pride. To the mother the cast aside weeds are like lovely fresh cut roses. Sweet writing.

[Ellen Hammond]

I love this poem! The rhyme and flow are great and the story so gently woven through it is just beautiful. A dime may not sound like much today but that little one sacrificed a lot to buy his lovinig gift for his mother.