Remembering my Mother.
Friday 13th December 2013.
Today is my mothers birthday. No longer on this earth, but I can still and always will remember her until the day comes when we meet again.
This graveyard such a mournful place,
The vicar walking at a steady marching pace,
His congregation follow towards the deeply dug hole,
Their loved one departed, blessed be their soul.
The little church standing proud on the hill,
Old grey stone, dark wooden doors, hinges that shrill,
Gravel paths and neatly groomed landscape,
Colourful flowers, like a curtain they drape.
Footsteps I slowly tread toward the headstone,
To where they lie together, at last they are alone.
Mother and father left me many years ago,
Oh dear parents, my love I wish to show.
I had not a chance to say my last goodbye,
Sitting with you now wishing that I could cry,
My heart still grieve after all these years,
Dear mother and father forgive these belated tears.
Looking over me, yes, I can feel you are near,
Guiding me gently and steering me clear,
You are in my dreams both day and night,
It wont be long now when we can all unite.