Mother's Day 1999

So, today I came to your grave,
funny how you can compel me.
I expected more heart shattering
tears, but instead,
I laughed.

I caressed the stone like I could
mold you anew,
We talked of my life as if you
didn't know.

It aches still and yet...
I think you've been liberated.

I too, took my freedom as I
released my grief ~
in the swipe of my hand (brushing
off the stone)
in the puff of my breath (blowing
away the dirt)
in the prayer of my upward gaze (at
the tree that shades you)
and my heart soared free.

I know you're everywhere and with
me anytime. But, now I know
I can mourn you with a smile.

Oh, I'll come back to sit beside that stone,
and we both know I'm not done crying,
But, since you live in me,
I won't leave many flowers in
that quiet, poignant place.

I'm sorry they'll think no one loves you,
It can be our little joke.
If only they knew that when I fill my
house with flowers...
Every bloom is for you.