Tuesday, June 9, 2009

I Am Your Flower

I Am Your Flower

I am your little flower,
Mom Please help me grow and bloom;
Take the weeds, but leave the roots And give me lots of room.
Mom, you are my gardener;
My sunshine and my rain.
Too much will make me wither With enough, I'll bloom again.
I am your little flower, Mom I'm different from the rest;
Don't pick me Mom, just help me grow;
To be my very best.