sorrow is my scar

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sorrow is my scar that I keep hidden deep within my heart from the world
it never heals but will bleed forevermore when I think of you mother dear 
and I do . . we lived in a fine house with a garden full of beautiful flowers
we took care of them together drinking tea in the shade and we would talk 
I loved our country drives and how we always got lost (but discovered lots)
I miss your laughter like church bells ringing although you battled illness
mom you were the most courageous person I have or will ever know
as a child you held me close whispering I love you every single day
as a teenager and young woman you forgave me everything I did
as an adult you were my anchor . . . the reason I am this me
and when you lay sick and dying that was my hand holding
and since that day you left me I float like a drifting cloud
I would like to go back to your garden, mother dear
and lay among your scented flowers
I would gather all of them up . . . 
oh, wait at Heaven's gate
I will come one day
or is that a fairy
tale, I tell
myself


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June 1, 2018


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Date: 6/4/2018 7:03:00 PM
Beutiful ode to mom constance. I do believe in future happy reunions
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Date: 6/3/2018 5:51:00 PM
I truly loved this write. I believe she is waitng for you in a garden in heaven, the tea is ready and the conversation is eternal. Blessings Carl
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Date: 6/4/2018 7:27:00 AM
Carl, thank you for that beautiful comment, yes, I believe that too, she is waiting for me. I was feeling so emotional yesterday, this is the time of year mom would have been working away in her garden . . . creating her version of beautiful just like we create our poetry ~