In Memory

I planted freesias on her grave;
her favourite flower, the last I gave
her on that final Mother’s Day
before she quietly just slipped away.

The perfect scent and perfect flower
speaks softly of that final hour
when shadows fell as night time came
and nothing more would be the same.

She lives not there in that cold earth;
my loving mother who gave me birth
and nurtured me ’til torn apart
by death ~ she now is living in my heart.

© Judah (May 2007)

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