For my gramma’s birthday a few years back I made her a card!  The front was a rose that I painted in water color, and for the verse inside I wrote this poem:

A little girl is born one night.

Her parents are so proud.

They want the very world for her,

They boldy say outloud!

Of all the gifts they wish for her,

There’s none that quite comes close

To the tender precious beauty

That accompanies the Rose!

Her name was Rosemary!  She was the only girl and youngest of 8 children!  I just found the poem while cleaning and decided to share it!