The yard I once strolled through was a garden
belonging to momma, it had changed some what.
I used to sit in the swing under the pine tree,
a few years ago, and day dream a lot.
As I walked, I noticed the pretty roses trailing with
baby buds, the bush was in full bloom.
I miss you momma, I cried for a while, I became
selfish, my heart said you left me too soon.

Momma, in your yard, was where I had great
memories, they always came back to greet me.
I touched a rose, so pretty in its sitting of greenery,
each petal was so perfect for the rose to be.
I looked up toward the sky, I said, momma,
can you see your roses, as you look down below.
Momma, one day we will meet again, may
you throw me some petals from the roses, you love so.