Jim has given us Mom/Mother/Flowers as our theme this week as it’s Mother’s Day in a lot of countries. Here in the UK, we celebrated it on March 31st.
It’s my birthday today, 63 years young. I’m the youngest of four and remember Mum telling me I would always be her baby.
She loved flowers from the humble bluebell and daisy to roses and orchids. Dad would always give her 2 dozen red carnations on their wedding anniversary and only missed one year because money was extremely tight and he simply couldn’t afford it.
At her funeral last year, everyone was given a rose to place by her picture as we left the little chapel after the service. Hubby and I had said our final goodbyes in The Chapel of Rest that morning, and Mum went to her Maker with four red roses, 2 dog biscuits and a message of love by her side.
I started buying Elvis records around 1969, and had In the Ghetto, Don’t Cry Daddy, Kentucky Rain and The Wonder of You which reached Number One in 1970. The song I’ve chossen today was on the B side of the latter although it had originally been recorded the year before.
Words and music by J Christopher
Oh, mama liked the roses she grew them in the yard
But Winter always came around and made the growing way too hard
Oh, mama liked the roses and when she had the time
She’d decorate the living room, for all us kids to see
When I hear the Sunday bells ringing in the morning
I remember crying when she used to sing
Oh, mama liked the roses but most of all she cared
About the way we learned to live
And if we said our prayers
You know I kept the family bible
With a rose that she saved inside
It was pressed between the pages
Like it had found a place to hide
Oh, mama liked the roses in such a special way
We bring them every Mother’s Day
And put them on her grave
Oh, mama liked the roses Mmmm
Mama liked the roses