Yellow Flower

Yellow flower, yellow flower, come here

Connected to a dozen more, so tight 

Your stem twisted like a pretzel, oh dear

Your pretty petals shining in the light

Mother makes it while daughter sleeps beside

It reminds her of her childhood and cries

She places it on the head, bleary-eyed

Holding the delicate ends that she ties

Daughter skips and sings with her naked feet

On the soft bed of the grass, she lies down 

A snail, slides, looking for something to eat

Its victim, seems to be, the flower crown

Nice flower, yellow flower is gone 

Mother weeps because she knows that it will happen to her soon because she has cancer.