Mother Is The Rose - Poem by Mary McKee
Mother it's easy to tell you the way we feel.
Because of God's love you are under his special care.
Through trials and tribulations he is always there.
You are our ROSE that we love so much.
You bloom in the spring, summer, winter, and fall.
You have the love of us all.
In A Special Way
We Wish You
Happy Mother's Day!
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