Rosebud

The red flower bed dries up
While the water drains, they die
My mother comes in with a frown
while one small tear rolls from her eye

I sit and I watch as she sulks tonight
As I remember the money she would waste
The seconds, minutes, hours, days
She then drank that white wine of disgrace

I found her by her lonesome self
Half dead and half alive and nothing between
I took my dad to her and he said she sleeps
and I hated him or I knew, he can't fool a teen

I took her to the hospital where she laid still
I made her comfortable as I could and cried
Bleach is a powerful substance and killer
and if only my dad had done so because he lied

My mother died from massive organ failures
I go and visit her every year since she fell
And now I work the fields of roses I destroyed
The roses are content always and listen well

I talk and they listen to every word I say
Sometimes my life would sit with me in that mud
I take my kids and my grand-kids every year
To teach the lesson of lies and the rosebud