Bring Flowers
BRING FLOWERS
When my little boy was very young, he would come in from outside...
And, he would ask me, 'Mommy, will you bring flowers when I die?'
I always answered that I would but, LORD, now how I cry!
My son passed on a week ago and no flowers did I by.
I was working hard at the office when I got the telegram...
It said he was not coming home...by a land mine he'd been rammed.
It said that, when they found him, death was very nigh.
Now, I hear those words again..'Mommy, will you bring flowers when I die?'
He's laying far away in a lonely war-torn land.
Lord! How it hurts inside knowing I'll never see my son again.
Someday, I'll get those flowers and I'll place them where he died.
He knows I will keep my promise because Mommy never lied.
When I close my eyes at night..I hear his haunting cries!
He's telling me, again, 'Mommy! Bring flowers when I die!'
By arwengentlewood
© 2008 arwengentlewood
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