Begonias Bring Her Back

Lying by the pool on Mother’s Day My thoughts were so many miles away Suddenly my concentration broke “Your begonias are pretty,” she spoke I looked, hoping to see her sweet face Wanting to give her one more embrace I was the youngest of three children I still think of her now and again But to hear her voice on Mother’s Day Was better than a floral bouquet She’s still with me; I feel her presence And when obstacles seem too immense She comes to me often in a dream And I feel her embrace as I scream As May approaches, she’s on my mind To Mother’s Day my thoughts are confined Alone in Mom’s old house, memories I feel love her spirit embodies *Entry for Carol Brown’s Memories of May contest. Written by Carolyn Devonshire. (True Story)