These few potatoes are my pay
Now I'm willing to give you one
In exchange for a single rose
It's for my mother who waits at home
So if I might propose
She has not had a flower
As far as I recall
She often talks about her days
When she was very small
Her own mother never had
A single rose to touch
In deep regret to never get
A simple gift as such
I cannot go another day
Before I give my mother
A single rose for her to touch
Unlike my own grandmother
I will not have this deep regret
To let my mother know
How much she really means to me
For how I love her so
My only thought is for my mother
I need to see her smile for me
To know her heart is glad
For this I need to see
~Moses~
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