My gift to
you this Mother's Day,
Is a lone visit to your grave,
I bring a bouquet of roses,
Though it is your touch I crave.
I bring pink velvety roses to you,
It was your favorite of all the flowers,
Stem long, and thorns removed,
Each rose is love empowered.
I stand here looking down,
Even after all these years,
Knowing the ground is empty,
My eyes are filled with tears.
I long to see your gentle face,
I yearn for your Motherly touch,
My heart continues to ache for you,
Mother, I still miss you very much.
In my mind I can hear you call,
I can see you walk across the room,
The scent of your chosen fragrance,
Quickly fills the air from the roses' bloom.
It is as though you are standing close,
I sense I am not standing here alone,
I turn to look at you once more,
But I view only a Garden of Stone.
I regain my charged composure,
Dry the tears from my eyes,
I know when I see you again,
It will be in our home in the skies.
Keep looking for me Mother,
One day I will put a gift in your hand,
When I arrive at the Pearly Gates,
I'll bring you roses in Beulah Land.
06 May 2006