A MOTHER'S ROSE
By Merle Williams
This can either be the name of a
flower of a lady: not very long ago in England
lived a mother of five girls. These
girls were well trained and to add to that statement, were very pretty. One girl in particular, Flora, was like a
beautiful rose in words, action and deeds.
Flora was a nurse in the war and had done a good job. Flora had attended the sick and dying beds of
many soldiers, who were wounded and also dying in the war. Flora was like a sunshine
in their gloomy rooms. Flora was also a
very good cook; she would help to cook the meals for the soldiers, when the
cook would allow her. Flora wrote her
mother and her sisters a letter. This
letter came a great way across the miles, for Flora was in Germany
and her family was in England. Flora's mother answered Flora's letter with
tears in her eyes, for she was concerned about Flora's safety. She told Flora in her letter that the Rose is
a peculiar flower for it blooms in bunches.
There are pink roses, red roses, yellow roses and white roses. The red and yellow roses are for lovers and
it is also presented to people for other occasions. The pink roses are special too and they are
used for other purposes. They are a
peaceful kind of flower and this fact is shown when one admires them. Flora's mother told Flora in her letter that
these roses with their bunches bloom together in
whatever colors they are. They show to
their admires that they are not divided just as how unity is shown to people
that are united that they are stronger together in both families and other
aspects of life; for united we stand and divided we fall. The roses bloom together and die
together. How sad it is when the admires of the roses see them begin to fade and in their
blooming they look so beautiful and unselfish and that is the way she wants
Flora and her sisters to be. The time
had come when Flora was to visit her family.
A French man that she met in Germany
gave Flora a red rose well packaged.
Flora took the rose home for her mother.
Her mother was glad for the present that Flora gave her. Then she said to Flora, "You are my rose
and no flower can take your place."
