Bring Me Flowers

Bring me flowers when I am living Don't bring me them when I am dead, Let me enjoy them in the giving My mother always had said. Let me hold them in my hands And smell their fragrant scent, Then I will reminisce of different lands Before; I am heaven sent. I will reflect back when I was young Or, I might think back not long ago, When I walked underneath the sun Or, when I felt the wind as it blowed. Bring me flowers when I am here Please don't wait until I am gone, So, I might reflect to a different year And my memories will last on. I might reflect to a different time With every breadth and scent I breath, And knowing the flowers are mine Shows how much that you love me. Let me enjoy the flowers again Let me feel them on my fingers, Because I just don't know when; And how long my memory will linger. Bring me flowers with a smile Please don't bring them with any sorrow, And I will hold them just like a child As I held you, and held on until tomorrow. I want to see them once again As I place them on my table, And then they will be my friend And I will greet them while I am able. They will be a part of me My mother always had said So, bring them now to me please And don't wait until I am dead. Randy L. McClave