Flowers are Gently Waving

The flowers are gently waving in the air

They ease my sorrow, so difficult to bear

My mother drew her last breath this morn

It was her last sunrise, her last dawn.

The clouds float gently by the sky is blue

Her courage was my strength as l grew

She faced life with kindness and love

On her last day before she ascended above

My mother is at peace now she is free

Before she died, she said she loved me

Her strength and courage shone through

As her gentle soul to heaven flew