My mom is part of me. My dad is part of me, Anyone near my heart I keep guarded. I dream of a life with pretty red roses in our front yard where my mom’s wearing a blue flowy dress, while her hair falls down to her waist. I dream of my dad giving my mother fresh roses that were just grown in the yard. 

Oh, how my mother loves red. Red is such a bold color. My mother is like a rose with enough love she is beautiful but be careful because she can prick you. Roses can grow in any environment but without the proper care, they can start to fall apart. Telling your roses you don’t love them or without singing to them throughout the day can make them fall apart. Don’t forget to treasure your roses because they aren’t always going to be there. Roses are only around for two seasons in your life out of the year. Roses have beauty in them that should be treasured. The beauty we can see is complicated because their beauty comes with thorns. 

I think we are all roses because we all have our thorns. Some of us more than others. 

We all have thorns with beautiful petals. Some of us have grown into strong bold colors that aren’t red but maybe yellow or white. Some of us have grown to have strong stems, while others wilt at bad comments. Sometimes they still have to grow petals that haven’t bloomed. It’s not your fault. It’s not my fault, so don’t apologize for people’s actions you can’t control. Remember everyone has thorns but everyone also has beautiful petals.