Some time ago, a seed was planted.

The soil was tainted from Parents that fainted,

and abandoned me to the wind.

I've weathered turbulent storms. Still, I had to nourish myself so that

I could flourish and grow.

What ever my fate is, I do not know. I shudder to think that God will

ever let me go.

Much favor and blessings have come my way. That is why I wish to

say, I'm glad for the Seasons that come and go, for I'm still growing,

with a blushed, vibrant color from the seed that made me who I am

today.

For Days I've wished and prayed that the womb that carried me and the

seed that made me, were able to see me some Day.

Time is ticking and Life goes on, they may still be breathing or perhaps

passed on. For Me! I'm still pressing on, striving for better Days as

time passes on.

A live I am Today, I'm still a "ROSE", who never promised one a Rose

Garden.