A Visit to Mama
When the scorching Florida air,
Turns cools---I recall memories
of long ago to share.
I walk through the amber, orange
and golden leaves to visit Mama,
Listening to the sounds of the
I hold her bouquet so tightly in my hand,
to keep the sadness at bay,
Because today is a special day, it is her
I bring her flowers for every occasion, or
just because I want to be near her,
I place them in front of her cold tombstone
A token of love from---her sweet girl,
Now my eyes are so full---my sight is a blur.
“Mama, I know your spirit is around me
and not under the hard cold ground,
And one day---I will hear your beautiful voice
when it makes a welcoming sound.
My spirit will be with yours in a wonderful place,
Where love triumphs and we are all one race.
Until then Mama, I can only give you love by placing
your favorite lavender Roses on the cold ground,
In front of the engraved stone with your name,
As the silence is broken with only my crying sound.
It is never easy to come here,
But this is where I feel her near.
I felt her strong spirit as I kneeled down to pray,
Warmth surrounds me to keep the icy wind at bay.
It makes me sad to go,
And this I will forever know,
She is now smiling surrounded with a Heavenly glow.
“Happy Birthday Mama”
It’s getting dark---I have to go,
Bye Mama---I love you so.
Happy Birthday to My Mother in Heaven
© 2021 Barbara Purvis Hunter