For Mom…

Midnight’s kiss blows its doom,

As heaven calls you to its room.

Vacant without your tender love,

The sun rises crimson red above.

Dim next to the dew covered grass,

Your flower bed beckons, recalling its past.

Your spirit remains, a shadow among the rocks,

A gentle nudge along a path you no longer walk.

What blessings you gave you will never know,

The part you play continues to grow.

Emptiness has a meaning, purpose a guide,

As marigolds and pansies bloom side by side.


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