Sorrow Is My Scar

______________________ 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 ____________________ June 1, 2018 Poetry/Narrative/sorrow is my scar Copyright Protected, ID 18-1028-163-01 All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.