Randy McClave Poems
|1802.||A Child And A Gun||5/29/2018|
|1805.||Then He Cried||3/6/2018|
|1806.||I Heard The World Crying||2/24/2019|
|1807.||Bring Me Flowers||8/7/2009|
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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 went to bed the other night
And woke up with a terrible fright,
I dreamed that I saw Christ the Lord
And I helped nail Him to the board.
Pain and agony in his eye
And me a wishing He would only die,
For what kind of GOD could he be
If He even couldn't set himself free.