As I
sit beside the headstone of my mother and my friend
The
thoughts and mixed emotions of my childhood then begins
The
nights we sat and watched tv, the day we flew the kite
All
the times we sat at the lake The sun it was so bright
The
days we looked for clovers The day you planted trees
Now I
sit in sorrow upon a bended knee
For
you are all gone and my tears have flown
Yet in
my mind I’m not yet free
I wish
to feel your loving arms wrapped tightly around me
It’s
mother’s Day; you’re in heaven & I’m stuck here on earth
Remembering
the good times and all that they are worth.
(Written
for Karin P. Spencer)
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