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In The Garden
I picked a flower in the garden
It was surely the best of them all
Then momma said don’t pick my flowers
Kill one and the others will fall
I said I ain’t killing no flowers
Just picking to give to you
Momma said that’s real sweet
But the other flowers, well they’ll get blue
I said momma I’ll be gone
Off to play with the boys in the street
She said go on now, I don’t mind
Just watch for cars, and be quick on your feet
The next day, well it felt like fire
And oh how hot the sun
When momma called us in
We got lemonade, then we were off in a run
That night sure was a beauty
The stars oh they were so great
Momma brought me a blanket
Said be home by midnight, and don’t be late
It was real cold in the winter
My face blue, not the usual red
Momma bundled me up in her arms
Said I’m sorry, your father is dead
Oh, how I cried so much
Tears streaming from my eyes
Why is it always the best people
Why is it those people, that have to die
Momma said it’s ok
Momma said his spirit now is light
She said when your pickin’ a flower
You pick the most beautiful, right?
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I was inspired to write this from a short quote I onece saw: "'Mom, why do the best people have to die?' 'When your in a garden which flowers do you pick?' 'The beautiful ones.'"