Special Rose Poem by Mahfooz Ali

Although you are not with us
You are and always will be our rose.
Time is soon to be gone, as memories are fading fast.
I'll always remember when we were kid and going places.
You were always the cynosure when you play with us
You always took us to Sunday recreation.
We never had much money, but love was always there.
Out of feed sacks, you'd make beautiful clothes for us to wear.
There were three of us kids-however, you never seemed to tire.
At times, I know, you felt like pulling out your hair.
As I look at you now, you are nowhere,
It sure makes my heart hurt to see you that way.
I know, you are with God now.
I shall always remember your smile and caring ways.
Mummy, you will always be our special rose.