A poem I wrote in memory of my mother. Spring flowers always remind me of her.
Sun ray’s stream
Through leaves of green.
Roses burst pink and red.
Hydrangeas pop in a flower bed.
Pastel impatiens reach toward sunlight,
Shaded by dogwood blossoms bright.
Azalea blooms burgeoning too,
All of spring reminds me of you.
Flowers thrived beneath your touch
How I miss you, oh, so much.
Mama dear, from your vantage now
I feel you standing near somehow.
Your own earth worries long forgotten,
I feel your love for us, your begotten.
In every blossom and every tree
I hear you calling out to me,
Ready to hear my heart’s cares,
Helping God answer my prayers.
Thank you mother for your listening ear.
For your voice that still calms my fears.
Thank you for your twinkling eyes.
That watch over me from starry skies.
You returned to your heavenly home
One spring morning, not long ago.
Now, the world would all seem wrong
If not for the flowers that carry on your song.
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