For Rose

Rose

Eight pounds and twelve ounces born
onto the Earth October 7th at 6:06 am.
Rosie from head to toe. Your eyes opened.
Your mouth yawned. That first day you cooed.
My niece Rose.

You look like me. You have your Mother’s
pout and your Father’s hands.
Rose you have your own spirit. Never forget.
My wish is that you have a garden of your own.

A garden of feelings and thoughts.
Everyday you will water with love and
patience. Year by year new blossoms will
lift you up and fill you with self love.
You are amazing my dear. I look forward
to knowing you.



A Blooming Rose

Thirteen years have danced by.
You’ve tended your garden well. Rose you are blooming.

In the way you are cool with your friends. You got a close group of girls watching your back.

In the way you are a great big sister. You are teaching Anna what you know. And always have her back no matter what.


In the way you express your own spirit and heart.
Girl, you got the will as big as a wild Humped back Whale.
You are not quiet.

In the way your creativity with your feet(dance), hands(piano) and mind(writing) can move mountains at least my heart and the rest of the family’s.

Whatever…..Just Cause…Dah…. Code for- I love you my dear.

I am glad to know you now.