still a rose

Sometime ago, a seed was planted.
The soil was tainted from Parents that fainted,
and abandoned Me to the wind.
I've weathered many turbulent storms.
Still I had to nourish myself,
so that I could flourish and grow.
Whatever my fate is, I do not know.
I shudder to think that God will ever let Me go.
Much favor and Blessings have come my way.
That is why I wish to say.
I'm glad for the Seasons that come and go,
for I'm still growing,
I'm a blushed vibrant color,
from the seed that made Me who I am today.
For Days I've wished and prayed.
That the womb that carried Me,
and the seed that Made Me, were able to see me some Day.
Time is a ticking and life goes on.
They may still be breathing or perhaps passed on.
For Me i'm still pushing on,
striving for Better Days as time passes along.
I'm still here. I'm STILL A ROSE.