The Rose: A Song for my Mum on Mother’s Day

A song for my mum, Pamela Davies, on Mother’s Day 2018.  This was one of the songs at her funeral.  Beautiful words I know she would have loved.

The Rose

by Bette Midler

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
An endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
And you its only seed.

It’s the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance.
It’s the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance.
It’s the one who won’t be taken,
Who cannot seem to give,
And the soul afraid of dyin’
That never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun’s love
In the spring becomes the rose.

I wish you were here, mum.  You are in my thoughts and in my heart.

Categories: Poetry, Writing/Publishing

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1 reply

  1. That’s truly lovely. I hope you will gain strength from the roses and other healing flowers as the warmer weather comes Nicola. Your Mum must have been so proud of you.

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