A Mother is a part of the roots that bring children into existence. A mother gives nourishment and stability, to the development and transformation of a baby from conception to the day of birth and beyond. In my unique style, I painted the mother as a rainbow rose with the stems of thorns. The rainbow Rose represents mothers of all race. The Flower for the joy of motherhood and thorns for the painful labour at birth. The poem below is written from the viewpoint of the suckling baby in the painting now adult as words of adulation and appreciation of the mother. My Mother the colourful Rose In our household Emitting the aroma of love and care. The sweat of her brow, the nutrient of our youth. Her nectar nourished and nurtured our growth. My Mother the busy Bee Of our household. Travelled far and near Collecting nectar for the care of the family Proverb 31 woman She surpassed My Mother the aged Rose Of the family Baby, now she became In need of love and care. We, her petals, may we be her garments of warmth and care In this her sunset years My Mother the ageing Rose Looking homewards bound. Awaiting the call to glory. When her sun finally sets the call to glory she capitulated We, her petals, Almighty God I plead Us enabled to bid her adieu With pomp and pageantry A befitting honour that due to her.