There's flowers by my bed

One red
A rose for my mother
A token of appreciation
For the car rides, the dinner times, the silly dances, the fights
That somehow slipped itself back into my room
A return of sentiment, I guess
A petal falls, it's edges turned brittle and hard, slightly torn
Worn
A rose like my mother, this is

Three blue
White carnations with dye inside
In their peak of bloom but there's die inside
Two are the same, but the middle one is small
They are
One for her, one for you and one for me
Blue for water, blue for sadness,
and blue for the winter season that never came to be
The lean towards each other, those three
Sisters

There are white dotted flowers, of which I don't know the names
Like all of those I've yet to meet

There are flowers by my bed
There are flowers in my head
In my life and my death,
it will be the flowers that mark my way.