His Mother

This is number 15 in a series for people and by people and about people.

Thank you for reading it, and much love.

HIS MOTHER

Roses for his mother

On the seat beside him

They are soft and yellow

She will love them

So much he has to tell

He'll just gently whisper

That every single day

He has missed her

He walks from the car now

Flowers pressed to his heart

Moving toward his mother

Almost in her arms

He goes to his knees

Touches her carved out name

Setting yellow flowers

At his mother's grave

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