Bring me my flowers while I am still here
the smell of them I want to be near
Life is uncertain and your way is often unclear
it is the unknown that we fear
Let me enjoy the colors of the blooms
Mother Nature’s fabrics from her looms
Let me share the love of the giver
a feeling that makes my soul quiver
Hussein Ali Hill-Johnson 4/30/06
*The title and concept of this poem is based on something my Mother (RIP) would often say.
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