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MY MOTHER'S DAFFODIL'S
Today I trod again the trails of home
in my thought's of long ago
and I go back where there was love
and friends and Mom and Dad
in the day's I used to know
For then our house was filled with peace and love
built out in those lush green velvet hill's
and where my mother always grew in spring
her yellow daffodills
She had planted them when first she wed
and how those flowers grew
and every spring they would return again
in freshness sweet and new
and how tenderly, my Daddy said, she'd set them out
the bulbs, in each and every place
and waited for them all to sprout
with such a tender look upon her face
I remember all those childhood days
as if they were a tender sweet carress
when I thought my life was some sweet song
and all my world was blessed
And after supper every night
we'd sit upon that old porch,quiet and still
and smell the fragrance of the night
my Mother's daffodill's
And now they're gone and won't come back
those happy boyhood scenes
but I remember them so well
if only in my dreams
And one day as I sat deep in thought
I dreamed that I'd return
to see again ,the old home place
for which my heart did yearn
Oh, I couldn't wait to get there
my thoughts and dreams to fullfill
and to walk again beside the place
Mother grew her golden daffodils
But now I stand in tears and pain
for the plane has brought me back
to the place once filled with peace and love
all covered now in sadness
with asphalt, cold and black
No more the old home sit's atop
that green and velvet hill
no more the song birds sing so sweet
no more the scent of mother's daffodils
Oh I remember, I remember
as the tears stream down my face
all the dreams that we once shared and sought
from this happy old home place
and it's gone but not forgotten
as I stand, eyes filled with tears
where did they go, those childhood years
where did they go, those years
for I grew up and moved away
and then God called my Mother home
and it wasn't long, then Daddy went
and I was left alone
and oh, the years have come, the years have gone
and my heart is cold and still
and I want to see again, the place
my mother grew
her golden daffodils
But a parking lot is built there now
in hard and cold asphalt
and I wondered when they built it or even cared
about loving memories here I'd sought
and now I wandered now about those dearest flowers
that used to bloom in spring
what did they think and did they cry
about this awful asphalt thing
what did they think
when they could not break through
what used to be the tenderest ground
did they know their little lives were over
as they slowly turned around
Oh how lonely is my soul and heart
and I wish that I could still
see the pleasant things of long ago
and smell once more
as I did back then
my mothers yellow daffodil's
Oh, I remember , I remember
and it breaks my heart into
as I return in silent memories
to the years that were so few
and I wish that I could hold them
my parents
Once again, It would give my heart a thrill
to stand with them in scenes of old
and smell the scent of daffodil's
