Sunday, February 28, 2010

Beth, Feb.13th,1961-Feb.28, 2010




Wildflowers by Dolly Parton

The hills were alive with wildflowers
And I was as wild, even wilder than they
For at least I could run, they just died in the sun
And I refused to just wither in place

Just a wild mountain rose, needing freedom to grow
So I ran fearing not where I'd go
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don't care where they grow

And the flowers I knew in the fields where I grew
Were content to be lost in the crowd
They were common and close, I had no room for growth
I wanted so much to branch out

I uprooted myself from home ground and left
Took my dreams and I took to the road
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don't care where they grow

I grew up fast and wild and I never felt right
In a garden so different from me
I just never belonged, I just longed to be gone
So the garden, one day, set me free

Hitched a ride with the wind and since he was my friend
I just let him decide where we'd go
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don't care where they grow


In memory of my beloved baby sister.
Lori Beth Browning Wilson.
Our own wild mountain rose...


4 comments:

Mike said...

Love you, Mom!

teamtheriault said...

I'm sorry mama, we're all gonna miss her. I love you-

mandatorybloghere said...

Dixie are you done blogging now. I hope you are alright

Anonymous said...

I was googling some blogs and came upon yours...wanted to express my sincerest of sympathies. Hope you're doing well.