Randy McClave

Gold Star - 6,533 Points (Ashland, Kentucky)

Bring Me Flowers - Poem by Randy McClave

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

Topic(s) of this poem: death, mother


Comments about Bring Me Flowers by Randy McClave

  • Judith Blatherwick (7/10/2016 12:09:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem, and I agree with everything said. Very moving. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 7, 2009

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 24, 2016


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