ROSWITHA

 For Roswitha, A Garden in Bloom

Roswitha, dear, in morning’s light,  

A **Cinderella** bloom shines soft and bright.  

With petals fair like **Child’s Play**,  

Bringing warmth to each new day.  

A touch of **Popcorn**, pure and sweet,  

Like memories time cannot defeat.  

A heart of gold, like **Rise ‘n Shine**,  

A mother’s love, forever divine.  

Through life’s path, both bright and dim,  

The **Fairy Rose** still sings a hymn.  

With grace of **Jean Kenneally**,  

Soft yet strong, your love runs free.  

A soul as rare as **Green Ice’s** hue,  

A strength as bold as **Boogie Woogie’s** view.  

A whisper like the **Sweet Chariot’s** call,  

Your kindness lifts and soothes us all.  

With roots so deep, you guide and stand,  

Like **Drift Roses**, across the land.  

Your love spreads wide, like **Flower Carpet’s** grace,  

A mother’s touch—no time can erase.  

So here’s my gift, this bloom-filled rhyme,  

For Roswitha, whose love is prime.  

A garden full, both wild and true,  

Each rose, dear Mom, reminds me of you.  

— With love, always.  BOBBY