Smell the roses.

My mum-she picked a bud today,

a tiny little rose.

I liked the way its petals

lingered on my nose.

When I opened wide for it,

my mum- she pulled it back.

Softest little blossom,

my tender little snack!

My mum-she picked a bud today,

a flower just for me.

So I could find it memorable,

our outing- me and she.

A natural little wonder,

this tiny little bloom,

embellished me with laughter,

then wilted far too soon.