I am the rose of your garden

I am the rose of your garden,

My presence will make you achieve stardom,

Nurture me once and i will nurture you forever,

Though i’m your daughter and not your son.

I am the rose of your garden,

I am calm and firm,

I will be your friend, your teacher and your partner,

But not your servant, your abettor or arm.

I am the rose of your garden,

Passionately your tradition, your customs i would learn,

I am your daughter from my heart and not by law,

Respect in return i want from you to earn.

I am the rose of your garden,

I am your mother my beautiful daughter and my dearest son,

Identify my sacrifices at the moment my children,

And just not let your tears blow when i am gone.

I am the rose of your garden,

Though i am old, though i moan,

My warmth, my fragrance for my garden will never low,

My time has come to leave my world.

My petals are shattered,

All my life i have battled,

Today you don’t want me in your garden,

Which once was mine i pardon.

But one day you would cry,

And i would watch you from the sky,

You would need me when,

But i would be gone then,

As a mother, as a wife,

And that would be the end of my life….