Sat 30 Nov, 2002 04:44 pm
in it roses
pink yellow and red
roses for mamma
cut from their soft bed
i thought upon her april birthday
i would send to her a flower bouquet
three full months went by
mom it's me
staid the full days go by
i'll be there to see you by and by
I had been listening to SONG CYCLE, a record album by Van Dyke Parks when I wrote this. The words fit some of the music.
My mother's birthday was 12/4 but I always forgot it and thought is was 12/14, whe never seemed to mind that I forgot or maybe she just never said she minded. Eventually as an adult I could remember. Now I think of her on both days of December.