"One Rose"
I named our Daughter Red Rose
She Was Born A Ballerina
Gently Softly, Poised on tiptoe she stands
She is the child of our love
And Eye's Delight of Summer
Cannot help but think that she blooms
although only for a little while, purely
for her love of us, her mom and dad!
Fragile and light, she could fly away
tickled by summer winds the gardener
is grateful for this one rose and calls her
my own daughter, born this night.