Papa brought flowers for mama today,
And all the grown children but its not Mothers Day.
I don't have no money not even a dime,
But I brought mama flowers like I have all the time.
Everyday I pick flowers from this pretty hill.
A small bunch of daisies and a few daffodils.
I bring them to mama at the end of the day.
And say, "Flowers for mama, here's mama's bouquet."
They'd brighten her face and she'd hold me close.
She'd say there were more precise than a beautiful rose.
And she wore a smile sweeter than millions of flowers,
A smile that I'll carry through life's darkest hours.
Now mama was lying there. Yes they'd told me she'd passed away.
And she was surrounded by flowers, That outshined my bouquet.
I know mine aren't fancy but still all the while.
They where placed in her hand and I know I saw mama smile.
Flowers for mama I picked them today.
Not very much just a simple bouquet.
Mom wasn't so fancy but up there above.
She's the prettiest flower in God's garden of love.