The flowers are for the living
So give them to a hand to receive
One that’s still warm and soft to touch
Not to the grave over which we grieve
The flowers are for the living
To praise now is not such a crime
It takes just the tiniest wee moment
But the impact could last a lifetime
The flowers are for the living
We need folks who are willing to share
All their tender sweet wonderful words
And bare their bones to show you they care
The flowers are for the living
So tell those you love and hold dear
Quite how uniquely special they are
Why wait for the day when they’re no longer here?
Sally
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 5:29 AM UTC
The flowers are for the living
So give them to a hand to receive
One that’s still warm and soft to touch
Not to the grave over which we grieve
The flowers are for the living
To praise now is not such a crime
It takes just the tiniest wee moment
But the impact could last a lifetime
The flowers are for the living
We need folks who are willing to share
All their tender sweet wonderful words
And bare their bones to show you they care
The flowers are for the living
So tell those you love and hold dear
Quite how uniquely special they are
Why wait for the day when they’re no longer here?
Sally
This was written for a work colleague who passed away from cancer on Christmas Day. The messages on her Kudos board were, quite rightly, full of heartfelt praise for her positive energy and her unique presence. But the Kudos board got me thinking, why do I shy away from telling so many of the people that I care about how much they mean to me, and why they mean a lot to me. So thank you LucyYou have taught me something very valuable.
