Mama Likes the Roses

Mama Likes the Roses

Mama likes the roses, soft and fair,

Their petals blush like the morning air.

A fragrance sweet that fills the day,

Whispers of love in every sway.

She tends them with a gentle hand,

Each bloom a wish, each stem a strand.

In the garden, her heart does grow,

Where roses bloom, love freely flows.

A tender smile, a softened grace,

The roses mirror her warm embrace.

Mama likes the roses, and they know,

Her love will guide them, as they grow.