by: Shirley Satterfield
My Ordinary Rosebush (Birth)
I love, love, love
My ordinary rosebush
With all it’s tender baby buds
All wrapped in swaddling clothes
Awakening from virgin sleep
And winter’s deep repose.
It’s all in a day’s ordinary glory.
Life is anything but ordinary,
I suppose.
I love, love, love
My little baby Rose. ????