Best Birthday gift ever

Thanks to my amazing and thougftul sisters

A rose so rare, one of its kind,
love and beauty a mother,
yes! mine.
A rose without thorns, not a petal was torn,
a perfect rose stood straight and tall,
my mother was the most precious of all.

A rose that survived the worst kind of weather and yet the most delicate ever, a rose with a fragrance, there could be know other, you see this rose is my Mother.

A rose is picked and put to dry,
the beauty is still there, it never dies.

He never looks for praises
He's never one to boast
He just goes on quietly working
For those he loves the most