Daddy's Rose Garden

My father, planted a rose garden for me
Scents of pure love, plentiful colors to see
Toiled his hands both day and night
Beneath earths soil, many roots of color
blooming into the mornings sunlight

Gentleness of care, he tenders the bush
for a rose is an art, a splendor of looks
He planted this rose garden just for me
to share with all, pure and tenderly
Red and white, the peach and the yellow
good morning,  my most precious petals

They're a wonder to me, I watch them grow
for my gardener tends to them well you know
I love my roses, so fragrant they smell
the love of my father, he planted them well
Admiration for a rose, is love indeed
fragrants to soften a warm summer breeze

Scents so sweet, I just want to say
I love you Daddy, for planting them your way
no finer is the rose, that is planted with love
Showers in colors, heaven scents from above
a sight and the fragrance, so happy with glee
Thank you dear father, my gardener is He.

mms 7.19.10.



To my father who planted a beautiful garden of roses on July 4th and how sweet it lis.