Give me flowers, If you please. A single rose is alright with me. Or maybe a whole bouquet. It's really all up to you today. Give me flowers, One or two. Or how many you might want to do. It doesn't matter, you see. My Mother keeps saying this to me. Give me flowers, Now is when. Not when my time is come to an end. I won't see or enjoy them! Give me flowers, Now not then. Poem By Elrhea Bigham |