Mother, I picked these just for you From the many in my garden. Did I ever give you roses in life? If I didn't, I beg your pardon. You gave me a rose 'most every day From the time that I was born. Your guidance, love and compassion Were roses without thorns. When I was young, I don't remember a time When flowers were presented to you; Or a special, homemade birthday cake And a party in honor of you. You always put your family first, Did without, never hesitated. Our many needs, you always met. I wonder if we appreciate it. So, Mother, on this your birthday A small token of love I convey. I know that you can see them And enjoy this humble bouquet. Kathleen McCoy Eldridge© August 26, 2005 All Rights Reserved
   "Precious Memories"
Sequenced by Harry Todd
MIDI Picking by Harry Todd