| From the Hillside I watch my mother from the hillside As she gathers wild flowers along the road. She looks so beautiful to me In a pretty, pink dress and new shoes. Her hair is long and soft, Her eyes are beautiful blue. But they look sad, "Don't be sad, mommy, I like to see your smile and hear your laugh." I don't think she sees me. She takes a long time gathering flowers, There's blue, and yellow, purples, and reds, Some white one's too. Now she's on the hill walking towards me. Ah, she's spotted my friends, Rabbit and Squirrel. Rabbit doesn't move, He just watches her. Slowly, tears run down my mother's face, As she kneels in the grass. Carefully and lovingly she covers me With a blanket of flowers, . . . and whispers my name Written by Grandma Gayle |
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