A love of roses rooted early in the young rosarians participating in our annual Children’s Essay Contest. The judging was tough, but the following pieces were selected from dozens of entries received. Congratulations to all winners and thank you to all of our participants.
First Place – Paloma Hanify
Second Place – Melanie Chuh
Third Place – Aaliyah Ayala
Honorable Mentions -
The Memory Rose
“Mama, do I have to start kindergarten tomorrow?” asked little Sarah as her mother was tucking her into her comfortable little bed.
“Yes, honey, but kindergarten is fun, you will see,” her mother answer her gently.
“But I will miss you…” Sarah started to say but she fell asleep in the middle of her sentence.
The next morning, Sarah’s mom woke Sarah up early. Sarah got out of bed, got dressed and was welcomed downstairs to the kitchen table to the sweet morning aroma of bacon and eggs. Sarah quickly ate her breakfast as her mama made her lunch and per papa packed her bag. Soon, the bus came and it was time for Sarah to start her first day of kindergarten.
In the classroom, Sarah was fascinated by the amount of toys, crayons, and books. She forgot about missing her parents, she was busy having to o much fun, but later at nap time Sarah remembered her mama and papa an their sweet smiles and gentle voices and she became very lonely and sad. At lunchtime, the class at in the cafeteria and chatted nosily. Sarah opened her lunchbox and found a beautiful red rose next to her delicious homemade lunch. She remembered gardening with her mama during the spring. She had so much fun sitting in the sun with her mother gardening flowers. Sarah didn’t feel lonely anymore, she felt great inside.
When Sarah got home, she ran to her parents to tell them about her day. She told them about the toys and books, she told them about her classmates and teachers, and she told them about the rose in her lunchbox that she named the memory rose.
For the next few years, Sarah brought the memory rose to school everyday. Eventually it dried up, but she didn’t care. Many years later, Sarah got married and had a daughter of her own and when her daughter started kindergarten, Sarah packed a beautiful red memory rose in her lunchbox and the tradition passed on for many, many generations.
Rosily Ever After
One sunny afternoon, the Enchantress from Beauty and the Beast decided to pay Adam, the Beast, a visit. She wanted to make sure everything was in order at the castle. She watched the castle from the soft, white clouds until the evening. ‘What if the prince learned nothing from being a beast?’ the Enchantress though.
In the castle, the royal family at like kings during supper time. When dessert was served, the royal twins, Herbert and Marie, ate their chocolate cake and smeared chocolate frosting all over their faces. “If you want a story today, you better be clean,” said Belle. “We’ll wash our faces now,” Marie and Herbert told their mother and zoomed to the bathroom. “You’ve perfect children,” said Mrs. Potts. “Thank you!” Adam replied.
The Enchantress was about to sleep when she heard children’s laughter in the garden. When Mrs. Potts and the twins came to the big bench, they hopped onto the seat. The Enchantress recognized Mrs. Potts as the teapot. The Enchantress also noticed that the garden had many flowers, but there weren’t any roses. “Which story would you like to hear?” Mrs. Potts asked the twins. They asked Mrs. Potts, “Why don’t we have any roses here?” Mrs. Potts explained, “Your Papa objected just in case another curse comes upon the castle.” The Enchantress felt Adam’s love for his family and felt bad for making him scared of roses. ‘Since I caused this,’ she thought, ‘I will fix it.’
The next morning, Marie and Herbert saw the garden and gasped. There stood many roses of many colors. While the children were sleeping, the Enchantress made the bushes appear in the garden with her magic. ‘I’ll make red roses for love and peace of the children’s parents, yellow for their own friendship, and burgundy for their family’s beauty,’ she though. She watched as Marie and Herbert played happily in the garden. Belle and Adam looked at their children peacefully as they felt the magic of the caring Enchantress. A rose brought a curse to the twins’ parents, but these roses brought the gift of joy and beauty to the sweet Marie and Herbert. The Enchantress smiled as she climbed off the cloud and floated away with a gentle breeze full of children’s playful laughter and the scent of roses.
I like roses because they are the most beautiful sights. I also love them because they remind me of my grandmothers. One of my grandmothers passed away. I’ve heard a lot about her liking roses. My other grandma’s name is Flower. She LOVES roses.
Roses are very special flowers. They come in a variety of colors. They come in red, yellow, white, pink, orange, peach, and even purple. My sister is obsessed with flowers. Whenever she comes across a rose, she gets as wild as a monkey.
Every rose is different. No two petals are the same. They aren’t even equal on the same rose. Each petal tells a story. They tell about the rose’s “child life”. If you look very closely, some are bent, some are folded, and some petals are even wrinkly.
In conclusion, roses are the most gorgeous views. They are very well known flowers. Roses come in so many colors. All roses are different in a way. They are all very unique, too.
Roses are very stunning. They are a big part of my family. I adore roses and I hope you do, too!
Roses remind me of the start of spring because of their beautiful red petals and bright colors. They remind me of my favorite movie, Beauty and the Beast, when the Beast gives Bell the rose out of love. I hate how it is so hard to find real roses in gardening shops, because they all sell the small generic roses. They type of rose I really want is the Hybrid Teas. Roses are just so exquisite I couldn’t imagine having a garden without them! Every summer, my dad plants a big garden with all different types of flowers. Most people treat plants the same, but my dad gives the roses the most attention. My dad always has me and my sisters help in plant the different types of plants, but he is always the one to plant the roses. No matter how much water the roses need, he is always there to make sure they get the perfect amount of water and fertilizer. Every Valentine’s Day, I go with my dad to buy roses and chocolates for my mom. Everywhere I turn, my family is giving, receiving, or planting roses. It doesn’t matter to me whether the roses are white, pink, yellow, orange, or multicolored as long as they’re roses, I don’t mind. For my relatives birthdays, we sometimes buy them something that has a little rose on it, like clothes, buy them roses, or just buy them a small card with roses on them. At weddings, and plays, I can always see those beautiful colors standing for every human being to see, smell, touch, and enjoy. I don’t have any roses in my bedroom, which indeed makes me sad, but the reason is because roses deserve to be where everyone can see them and enjoy them. People have enjoyed and loved roses for so many years. To me, it seems impossible for anyone in the world to ever discover a flower that can even come close to being more beautiful and colorful than roses. This essay tells just how beautiful and loved roses are and I believe they always will be.
Why I love roses
Roses are very pretty to me, they symbolize happiness. I love roses because they come in many different colors. When I smell a rose, they smell like perfume. Roses can also make your house look pretty. Pink, yellow, and red roses can all be present when a special event happens. I love roses because you can have imagination with them. My favorite type of roses are the Hybrid Tea rose. That rose is my favorite rose because they are bright, pretty, and come in all sorts of colors. Another of my favorite roses is the Grandiflora. I mostly like this flowers color because it is pink. Why do I like roses? I love roses because they can be magical in a story or be evil in another story. My all-time favorite rose is the Deep Pink Rose. Why do I love roses? I love roses because for a wedding you can use them for a bouquet. The bride might use roses to design her hair. Roses can be put on cakes. They can also be used for corsages. I love roses because, if they’re in your front yard or backyard if you walk outside, it feels like you’re walking in a wedding. I love the re-blooming roses because these roses come back naturally without any hassle of replanting your roses. My grandma loves to grow roses in her garden just for the fun of it. I would always go over to my grandma’s house and help her with choosing the roses she plants. I also love to go to the store with my grandma to buy potted roses for my mom. Roses remind me of perfectness. When I was a little kid, I would ask my grandma if I could have a rose. My grandma would always says yes. My cats love to scratch themselves on the rose bush. My brother and I would play hide and seek so sometimes I hide behind the rose bush. It is a very good hiding spot. Why do I love roses? Roses show up everywhere you go like in vases and in pictures. I love roses!
The Rose Symbolizes Perfection
The rose is nature’s inexplicably perfect gift to the human race. The Rose itself is not meant to be or to look perfect, rather to seem just right the way it is, simple and beautiful.
Rose petals are said to be precious and gentle, like the caress of a loved one. The Rose alone seems to be almost perfect, just like true love. But, there are always going to be thorns in Roses, that one imperfection.
When the wind howls, the petals of a Rose will tear and the Rose cannot be complete anymore. For Roses are delicate and they need to stay in their state of peace, or else they will not survive.
When you plant a Rose, you can’t expect it to automatically start growing. You must nurture it properly, and only then is when you can watch it start to grow and blossom. So, how can friendship exist if you expect your friend to do everything to keep the friendship alive? It won’t be able to, unless you put an equal amount of effort in.
But, along with Roses symbolizing love, peace, friendship, and beauty, it also symbolizes humans as a society. Everyday, the people you see and meet are all different. Everybody had their own flaws, but everybody is also extremely beautiful in their own way, just like Roses. Humans will always want to find that perfect Rose without thorns, but the thorns are the imperfections that make each individual perfect.