I still remember when my little boy was two,
he came running up to me with tears on his little cheeks.
His little hand was swollen, so hot and red it looked,
what happened to you baby, where the first words from my lips.
His little face so brown and sweet, so rosy were his cheeks,
so sturdy and so healthy it made me proud to look.
I have something for you mommy, one hand behind his back,
what is it little one, I asked?
I wanted to show you that I loved you,
so I picked you this rose, he answered back.
His little hand came forward, with a small pink clover flower
clutched tight, in all my life, I have never felt so loved.
To pick for me this flower, bees he had to fight,
for love of me he took the sting, smiled through the pain,
to give his mother the greatest treasure of her life.
That little boy is gone now, he has passed through Heavens Gates,
but the love he left within my heart, can never be replaced!
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