Purple Flowers

 

 Purple Flowers

Purple Flowers

To my Parme`~

Memory;
Of my mother.
Alive and laughing pretty,
putting flowers in a vase,
water for the roots.
Why mommy ,why do you do that?
A little boy full of wonder___
life can be like that.
So I can save them and see them,
because I love you.
Picking purple flowers,
purple flowers in the rain,
purple flowers hide my pain.
You do love me dont you mother,
purple flowers ,
stain.

Charles R Hice

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