To my mother

Warm memories came rushing back to me
as I stand amidst the wild flower in the meadow

I was a little gitl then
Running, laughing, dancing and pirouetting
as if I was the sole lead in The Swan's Lake
and my clumsiness will always bring a smile
upon my mama's face....

The fragrance of the flowers filled the air
My arms are laden with the wild flowers
I'd gathered from the meadow
for my dearest mama....

Oh yes, my dearest mama
Here I am
with the pretty wild flowers from the meadow
Can u see them from the above
Tho u had long left me
U are always on my mind
I love u , mama