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.