THE FLOWERS THEY ARE DRY

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Sentiments of why we should send flowers while our loved ones are alive..

                                                                  Her daughter she asked why

                                                              Her mamma keeps the flowers for

                                                                       They are now old and dry

                                                                    Their beautiful colors of pink

                                                                     And purple they have faded

                                                            But she keeps them there on the table

                                                              Deep in her heart she remembers

                                                              How her dad he so loved Proteas

                                                                 She also knows her dad he

                                                           Those beautiful flowers did not see

                                                                They arrived the day family

                                                                  Came together they did

                                                                   To lay their dad to rest

                                                                  It has left her heart sore

                                                               And her mind perplexed

                                                                   He loved Proteas so

 

                                                                           And yet

 

                                                             By the time they did arrive

                                                    Their dad he was no longer alive

                                            Her mind this question needs an answer to

                                               Why do flowers come from me and you

                                            To those who truly need the flowers to see

                                                              But see they cannot for

                                               Now they are asleep - they are no more

                                                  For her daughter she has no answer

                                                               Is it guilt and shame

                                                   That no flowers from her came

                                                                 To the dear man

                                                  Her dad when he was still alive

                                                    So those flowers though dry

                                                     On the table they will stay

                                                              Perhaps one day

                                                 She will find it within herself

                                                  The flowers to throw away

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