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