FLOWERS FOR MAMA


She knew how much I loved her,
She often said it to me,
I was usually in a hurry,
There were places I had be.

She would starch and iron my shirts,
And put a crease in my jeans,
She made sure I looked my best,
Even in my teens.

She would listen to my worries,
And console away my pain,
She would talk about my future,
And all I had to gain.

Today I took her some flowers,
I should have done it long ago,
She can’t smell the pretty fragrance,
Cause the Lord has taken her home.

Now I remember well,
The times I wasted away,
If I could have her back,
I would gladly say.

Mama, thank you for my life,
And all the things you’ve done,
Thank you for loving me,
I’m proud to be your son.

If I could just have five minutes,
Then I would let you be,
Cause I would like to tell you,
You mean the world to me.

I can’t bring back all the years,
And thank you the way I should,
I’m looking at all the flowers,
Wishing that I could.
Ben R. Steen Copyright 2000