My nana was a woman of many faces
something like a rose
She use to call me rose
red rose was my name
red roses say “I love you”
but they also stand for respect and courage
she is no longing living now
but every time I see a rose
I smile and think of her
she was always beautiful in my eyes
soft grey hair that always waved
whenever I brush or combed it
she was always singing
and telling us stories about her younger days
i loved to hear her laugh
she had a beautiful laugh
it always reminded me of
the old time marilyn movies and you know
the way she laugh in there always such a hearty laugh
she'll be in my memory forever and always
I love her
she will always be
My Rose