In The Spring

As I watch you on these final days, I realize where I get my strength, your beauty as you look around, and the peace you show with grace.

Winter’s chill is hanging low, frigid breeze deep within your bones; quietly laying there, can’t we turn back time, can’t we go back home?

I promised you the Spring, let’s hold on so we can meet, just a little while longer, then they’ll be warm green grass beneath your feet.

The sunlight will be bright, its warmth will melt away the cold; this wasn’t suppose to happen, not yet, you weren’t suppose to grow old.

Listening to the crowd, echos chasing close behind, silent as we sit, memories dancing through our minds.

Watching from near by, my strength I give to you; seeing you grow weaker, yet your beauty keeps shining through.

Gently, I hold your delicate hand in mine, not wanting to let it go; watching as the hours pass, wishing this time would move slow.

You promise you will see me when the Springtime comes my way; for now we must be patient and cherish these moments we share today.

Soon the time will come when sweet scents feel the air, the peonies will be in bloom, and the windchimes will be blowing, spreading music everywhere.

So when you look up and there’s this person you no longer know, I want to promise you that you can trust her, she is kind, her word is good, a women like her mother, your hand she will gently hold.

Then the silence comes, the sun above is bright, a bridge you’ll walk upon, as Angels guide you to the light.

You made it to the Spring and now you can go home; at peace you’ll be in Heaven, and your heart will be watching over us, so we’ll never feel alone.

I love you mom...xxxooo