I was raised on Mother's Rose garden

Mother loved the smell of the Red Rose

Black soil was the way that it started

Good planting the bushes of Red Roses

In Mother's little garden a row of God's Good Soil

If I only had pictures of the Rose garden

It could not measure up to live view

Mother has her way with green plants

A little fertilizer and her loving hands

Made good for the Roses of the Rose garden

Which it was a prize of the neighborhood

No one had Red Roses like Mother's

Got good soil from the farm

Planted it in her prize garden before long

and In Spring the blossoms would bloom

Lots of rows of red roses in Mother's Prize Garden

It was like her Roses were heaven sent

Blessed by the hands of God himself

With a little bit of Mother heart and soul

The Garden was full of Red and Pink Roses

The scent and the aroma

Would make the gardener proud

Yes Mother's Garden was the prize of the neighborhood

No one else come have one as good

Mother's Garden was blessed from above

She spent time blood sweat and tears

To get the garden started

Fresh aroma the scent in the air

It came from my Mother's Rose Garden

Every year it was the same

My Mother was the best gardener 

On the planet I claim

Reviews

[Valentine]

I won't argue with you but my moms garden of all kinds of flowers was a sight to see. I am much like her. I love flower gardens. Kathie

[wordman]

bro I am sorry but a little color blind,could not read but I`m sure it was great

[Jamestown]

This is terrific again my friend! I really enjoyed reading this, boy did I get some
wonderful image's dancing around my head and even remembered the sweet
smell:) friend this truly made me smile! Roses are my
favorite flowers and favorite to draw as well, thanks for sharing and b-blessed!