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" One Red Rose "
by Teressa Coveyou in North Carolina
I wrote this poem to
my mother March 11, 1996, for her birthday.
I sent her one red rose, three
yellow, six pink and eight white.
In the center of every heart there is a
strong blood source that alive.
Whose blood flows through each generation
with your, well you have touched us, " Look we all survived ".
As you
glance at each rose some part of you, you will find.
Three yellow are your
first, from your love that began to bind.
Now the family grows double in its
size, from one beautiful red rose, six pink join to strengthen the ties.
And
just when you thought the patter of little feet you would hear no
more, your fertile little pinks bring eight white roses to your
side.
Hopefully one day each will be a red rose, following your example,
watching them grow, watching them bloom.
Oh yes red rose you have fought
the greatest battles and won.
No need to tell you where or when.
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