My Mother Essay, Research Paper
My mother is like a rose.
She is beautiful, gentle, something special,
She is strong, deeply rooted in the ground,
There’s no wind that could fold her.
Like a rose protects its blooms with its thorns,
She’s protecting me.
She is here for me,
Whenever I need her.
But she is not inviolable,
Cause like a rose she can also fade.
Everytime I don’t give her my love,
It is possible that she loses a bloom.
But what would I do if she lost all of them?
Who would protect me then?
Who would comfort me
When I am sad?
Therefore I have to be careful,
Like with a rose,
And I have to show her
That I love her.