Roses
Dear Mom,
Your ring of roses now lay on my finger.
Your ring of roses that you got while you were exploring the world.
Your ring of roses that I wear as I do my own exploring.
Your ring of roses made up of silver.
Your ring of roses that keep me close to you while I am gone.
Your ring of roses that sits on my finger.
I love you.
Sincerely,
your Daughter.
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