The Rose

Staring at your portrait
People say
Just like your mother
In your own way

But I can never hope to be
The charismatic Queen
Of all I see
Which you were

Missing is a balmless pain
Thoughts of your early end
Again and again
It took away so much you see
My best friend away from me

Compliments pass when
The quality meet
You used to say
And thanks to you
I now know what quality is today

Your love of laughter
Words and more..
Learn something new
Every day you used to say

So here’s to the Rose
Our mother, by any other name
80 today
We live on and hopefully show
You didn’t live in vain