Mom

Sitting @ th edge of ur casket bed mentally... still as the stone that bares ur name...With a cry as loud as the silence that surrounds me, I purge my soul, my heart, and pain... As the tears flow, and the winds blow, I listen for the voice of familiarity... I need answers, I have questions, I need you to hold on to...Trying to find peace and clarity. I kiss the rock that tells ur story, leaving a single rose... Blessed be... this memory, of u In the days of old.