Don't Send Me Flowers

Our mom turns 90 years old this week. 

While visiting with her yesterday and watering her flowers inside and near her new porch ramp, she and I discussed our plants that need regular attention. I had to climb into her huge corner bath tub to give her neglected ivy a needed drink. She said she thought it had been a couple of months since that had been done. 

Mom lives only a few steps away from my youngest brother and sister-in-law. Those two are great care givers and Mom's "guardian angels" looking after her 24 hours a day. Besides everything else that she does, my sweet sister-in-law keeps Mom's plants on her back porch and in the yard alive 12 months of the year. But I believe that is beyond the call of duty. My mom loves flowers, but she hasn't been able to maintain them on her own for a couple of years now.

So the following lyrics are a kind hint for Mom's friends and family ( and maybe even friends and family of other elderly moms this Mother's Day):

"Don't send flowers, just give me some hours

Just a minute of your time, would really make it shine, so think it over
Don't send flowers, from ivory towers
I just wanna see your face, forever and always, please think it over"

Lyrics by Sheena Easton