I almost cried over Mamma rose

I carried it home from school

On the side of the road I saw it.

Calling me all by itself it rested there.

I broke it in half the size tall

It was wilted over alone there.

I pricked my fingers with dirt on my knees

I reached so proudly bent it good

Pulled it tightly tugged and tugged

Tell I pulled it right out!

With a heap over I rolled down upon it

Over and over again still holding on to the rose

In my fists, that I don’t lose it.

I gained my stability to my feet I stood

With the rose clenched tightly

There I stood

I gave this rose to my mama I stood proud

Until I seen the wilted withered depressed rose

Hanging on by it’s wilted stem

Mama was very happy

This made me happy to

For a wilted withered rose was all it ever took

To put a smile upon my mama’s face