Pansies

I still remember clear as day
My Mama’s purple pansies sittin’ on the porch
I was just a little boy
And I thought those purple pansies were as pretty as anything I’d ever seen.

I still remember clear as day
The boys at church and school yellin’ that at the back of my head
I never understood it
Why a pretty little flower was supposed to make me feel bad

I still remember clear as day
When Mama said for me to never come back
I left those purple pansies
Back on the sunny front porch in Missouri

I still think about it every day
What’s become of those little purple pansies
But I know what’s become of this one
He still stands tall, and he still blooms

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