His Mother

May 15, 2017

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

Thank you for reading it, and much love.







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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