"If she was here" by nannabot

December 12th. It would have been my mams 100th birthday, If she was still here.
With a letter of congratulations from the Queen, waiting to be opened.
A birthday request to have her two favourite songs; Pal of my cradle days and My Mothers eyes played on the radio. This, would be followed later by the mother, excuse pun, of all parties.
If, she was here!
A state of the art mobility scooter. Our gift for the days her legs don’t work. Handy during such periods,for both shopping,and travelling to bingo,on a Quingo,two highly favoured activities that even our uncertain bus service could not shake. If a number 73 failed to stop,she'd walk. Taxis were a no no. Why waste money while I have two legs, she d say.
If,she was still here!
Her home would be filled with loved ones, some old, some new. Surrounded by one hundred birthday cards and each hand open, with something to give instead of taking.
She would reap instead of sowing. She would hear the word thank you at least one hundred times, instead of the usual; Pleease? She would be wrapped in the light of love,cradled in the arms of appreciation.
Every unspoken word given chance to again be aired,leaving no page unturned this time.
If,she was here?
Finally the cake,which accompanies the choir of voices,while a hundred candles burn away the century,thier flames scoring the air with her name.
There would be hugs,kisses and chance to touch her again,body and soul.To once more gaze into living eyes,radiant with a mothers unconditional love. Next to this, everything else amounts to a grain of sand.
If, she was still here.