Lilacs In May

She heard her name and awoke from her sleep, as she heard her mother's voice she started to weep. The memory of her death so clear in her mind, she hoped her pain would mend with time. She wonders what it would be like had she still be alive, years have passed their bond no wedge could drive. She yearned to see her grandkids grow old, now she awaits for Jesus with hands that fold. One lilac was left it was still in bloom, it was placed in her hands as her spirit left the room. She read a letter to her mother as she lay, after all it was Mother's Day, a sad day in May. She said please don't forget me I'll not be far, her memory instilled in her like an old aged jar. She kissed her forehead on her last Mother's Day, as the hearse so carelessly took her away. She sleeps in her grave as she is beckoned to come home, where she no longer hurts with angels she'll roam. Where the lilacs bloom that's where mother lives, she lives through her children with love she fondly gives.