Each Time I Smell

A Rose

Mama I can't remember

Back when you held me close

But I can feel you near

Each time I smell a rose.

Mama thanks for being there

And holding me in your arms

Mama most of all thanks

For protecting me from harm.

Mama's holding baby angels now

I know she's holding them close

One day they'll remember her too

Each time they smell a rose.

Ralph L. Clark © 2000

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