Sweet and gentle desert rose
Not knowing anything different
Growing through the toughest environments
As the memories become distant

You rooted yourself in curiosity and love
Watered with compassion
While the drought of doubt came in waves of emotions
You stood tall and pulled through the depression.

For you were young to have such horrible things done
Who could do that to their own child?
You took that rain from their desert storms
And used it to grow wild

As years have passed
Now I am a mother,
I use what you have taught
To gently lead my mini rose through the desert full of drought

For, life is hard
The land is dry
The summers here are brutal
But know how to wait for rain and embrace dancing in the puddles.