Rose Poem by Wensislaus Mbirimi

Ma is sitting on the stoep
I'm pretending to eat my soup
Ma is admiring her garden
I'm thinking of a girl, my garden

In ma's garden everyone knows
Centre stage goes to the rose
I too know down to my toes
My love life is now for the rose

Morning finds ma by her rose
Sweet fragrance of the flower passing through her nose
Morning finds me in high spirits
In anticipation, relishing encountering rose by the streets

Mid day and the flower is blooming
I tell ma of the Rose's good grooming
She agrees, thinks ‘tis her rose I refer
I hide a chuckle knowing ‘tis my Rose I prefer

Ma's wedding anniversary comes to pass
The rose is cut, finds itself in a vase
On Rose of Sharon, mine heart is set
Hence to her from mine heart love is sent