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
