What are you doing Daughter asked puzzled
Two old ladies stopping stooping over the roses
Communing with the pretty velvety faces
Resplendent in ruby, buttercup and cotton candy
Why we are smelling the roses of course
Contemplating their delightful perfume
Drinking in their gone tomorrow beauty
Life is good He made it very good
Shouldn’t we celebrate
He’s given us at least five senses
Using them makes perfect sense
How else can we thank Him
For His Floral Songs that enrich our lives
Pleasure is a damask rose in bloom
The scent of my mother’s gentle heart
Remember to stop and smell
Horrible as life is all will be well
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