poem and photo for all mothers

Mothers and Roses
More beautiful than the most curl-fringed rose petals in profusion
More gorgeous than the phenomenal scent of the sweetest rose fragrance
More precious than the rose’s fantastic thorny versus soft petalled juxtaposition
More bountiful than the greatest producing rose bushes’ sight-inducing trances
Are mothers…
Their sweetness and realness intermixed with loving sharpness and compassionate fictitiousness
Roses compare more or less with mothers, depending on the mother, the rose’s part
Yet, none more wonderful than the rose that is you could I conjure
Whose thoughts wax or wane on cycles must return to mothers’ felicitousness
her way of hot soup during sickness, favorite meals on birthdays, her heart
Herein is the secret paramount not to abjure, a mother’s love everafter endures

Life's Force and Love,
Scott Michael