Doris R. Vega
She will remain the perfect rose
In gardens called my heart
how she endured the seasons
I’ll never really know
neglect drove us apart.
The harsh, cold winds
the stony, barren ground
too often weeds choked everything
the fertilizer far too scant
on care she couldn’t always count.
And yet a treasure rooted there
still cannot comprehend
how I deserved this special gift
no skill in tending growth at all
the beauty in her has no end.
Throughout this life, she’ll be the best
this gard’ner’s one success
I proudly show off to the world
my daughter so beloved;
Forever I will beg Dear God,
her heart to always bless.
©Copyright February 14, 2004 by Doris R. Vega