A MOTHER IS LIKE WHITE WHITE ROSE BLOOMING IN THE MORNING SUN.
SHE BLOOMS SO PRETTY, AND ONE OF A KIND, THERE IS NO OTHER.
SHE BLOOMS UNTIL SHE BLOOMS NOMORE.
SHE IS ONE IN A MILLION WHITE WHITE ROSE, SO LET HER KNOW HOW MUCH YOU CARE, JUST LIKE YOU CARE FOR THAT WHITE WHITE ROSE.
WRITEN FOR MY MOTHER
WRITEN BY:
AM
11-16-2006
MY MOTHER JULY 1954- OCT. 2006
