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)
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