laying to rest
near the weeping willows
flowers for Mother
laying to rest
assortment of colours
adorn her domain
near the weeping willows
coming to life again
this spring day
flowers for Mother
Sunday’s best
this morning
© Tournesol ’16/04/25
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This is so touching. It made me particularly sad because I have no place to lay flowers for my mother. Her ashes were scattered in the Fire Hole River in Yellowstone Nat’l Park and have long since made their way to the ocean, no doubt.
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I had originally wanted that done to my ashes but now that I visit Mom, I may see if I can buy a plot next to her. I have a place with my father’s family anytime I want but we were raised by our mother and grandmother. My kids might prefer that too.
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Very touching, so gentle and honest. I think you make me shed the softest and most hurtful tears at the same time.
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Ah Oloriel, you say the words a writer loves to hear…that their words touched you. Thank you. We were asked to do a play on words that have more than one meaning…I found the weeping willows at the cemetery I visited yesterday,just perfect.
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