A Picture Of Rose Flowers Poem by Eva Mae Witt

Today I walked down towards my garden filled with love
For one brief minute, I thought I saw what could have been
A whimsical scene right before my viewing eyes of
a magical place where I grew up so clear and green

Along the old gravel road where dad had grown sweet corn
where my siblings and I had written on old thin walls
Hence, the youngest sibling girl was held in love thus born
she looked tiny like an exotic porcelain doll

Yesterday I walked towards my garden filled with love
right before my eyes were rows of exotic flowers
our parents brought you home life felt so magical with
baby sister looked like a picture of rose flowers.