Three roses left a monument
within a vase to compliment
the beauty that now lies within,
the mother you have always been.
I carry in my memory
the sweetest part of history,
your eyes, your hugs and your brown hair,
the times you showed how much you care.
I know you're watching from above
for roses you did always love,
one left for each that you did birth
before you parted from this earth.
Pray know your magic stays with me
for I have also brought forth three,
one image of you given birth,
a monument that walks the earth