MOTHERS’ DAY

Taking time to

Honor

All mothers whether

Birth or sacred –

Friend or aunt or

Foster mother

Whether near or

Far, whether

Gone –

Today a daughter

Or son’s

Spirit is celebrated

If only in remembrance,

And, too, a grandmother

And a mother,

Our minds can go

Back over years

Memories stay fixed,

Can never change-

The pen as friend can

Capture pictures, words

That bring joy and sadness,

The graveyard is filled

With the fullness of

Flowers-

Their scent is carried

Everywhere

As we celebrate,

For me pink roses

Are fleetingly short-

Lived but eternal.

Gayle Bluebird (Apr.’20) adds, “Remembering daughter, mother, no longer here, but grandchildren in their loveliness are.  It seems the years pass and I have memories to gather and sort.  Not all are good and wise, not everything was satisfactory, but now standing still I think of pink roses, their beauty and then their loss.  Still the sweet memory of it all.

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