Mother loved her yellow roses,
Beautiful as the sunlight,
She graced the dining room table,
Or piano with delight.

The sweet fragrance was so like her,
And overwhelmed everyone,
For wonders that adorned sweetly,
Came from her till day was done.

Mother gave us her heart's treasures,
Showering her lovingness,
Her gentle humble spirit breezed,
Breathing out much happiness.

Yellow roses are all Mother,
She gave the brightness of light,
Everything she did was for us,
Jesus was e'er in her sight.

When I think of Mother I see,
The kindest and gentle heart,
Goodness and mercy e’er expressed,
Patience with love was a part.

Never did she lack in beauty,
So lovely inside and out,
And as we view yellow roses,
That’s what Mother's all about.

Sondra McPherson
April 17, 2005
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