Bring Me Flowers Poem by Randy McClave
Bring Me Flowers
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
Wonderful piece of art! great diction and flow. Natural feelings carefully crafted into artistic piece of art. Indded, if we want to show love to people, let us do it when they are alive and can appreciate but not when they are no more. Time is never a friend of man. Good work! Bring me flowers Randy!
Thank you for your comment, and sorry for the delay, I had two deaths in my family. My mom always said to me, give me flowers while I am living.
Thank you for for your comments sorry for the delay, lost two family members. Randy
Absolutely right, now and not when I am gone TOP Marks 5 Stars full or the previous Golden 10, thank you so much for sharing, Randy
My Mom just passed. She always said the same idea as your poem. I would love to recite it at her memorial, with your permission.
I commented on this now Plz do read and comment my newest poem too titled, ' squash the hate hate bug'
Yes well said, your mom is right, the dead don't perceive flowers and many love flowers when alive so yes a fab poem wow! Kudos!
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. We shall praise everyone and express our love when they are living. such a great truth my dear poet. tony
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I would like to translate this poem
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12/12/2024 11:54:52 AM # 1.0.0
Yes, a perfect poem expressing this wise idea. I hate killing flowers to cut them. They are a marvelous gift for the living. But I think the dead should have dead flowers.
Thank you for for your comments :) My mom was the inspiration, she always said to bring her flowers while she was living. Randy