She was our flower
To me she was a violet
For I liken her to spring
I think she was a lilac as well though
The day she received his ring
For mom she was an orchid
Because she was lovely in her simplicity
Much like the bird of paradise
She stood brave and confident and tall
And not unlike the azalea
I loved her before all
She was most like the sunflower
Our adoration for her new know bounds
She knew of love and pain like the red rose
When they put him in the ground
She was a daffodil by birth
She held red tulip the day she wed
She was lavender to her children
We gave her carnations and for- get- me- nots when she cried
But she was a lily the day that she died
