The Flowers That Make Any Mother Smile

I wouldn't have loved anyone more than her, and it is no secret that flowers make any mother smile, when she takes them from two hands that care; I honored you, mother with my thoughtfulness and pride. Either in early adolescence or in late childhood: did I see a single trace of profound sadness while you gave me all those caresses and kisses when I was asleep in my warm and tidy bed. Beautiful and adorable mother, I was your gorgeous boy, and in all honesty, you must have loved me a bit more than the four girls who were lovable and obedient as I; and in all fairness, they equally shared that incredible love. Only your portrait can make that memory relive in your child; I stare at it and suddenly light comes flashing at me: the happiest and most radiant smile God ever created so lovingly... to make those tender eyes forever live in this smile of mine. Sweet and gentle mother, be that comforting angel who will embrace me when uncertainty and sorrow will make me desperately mourn; don't dry all these tears, but take them to the merciful Lord: as my gift of infinite gratitude and immense love that I express so deeply. Before I brought you crimson roses, the flowers that made any mother smile to thank you for your sacrifice and devotion: did you see your son's pride? Today I don't bring those roses, only yellow chrysanthemums to your grave: to embellish this unadorned tombstone on which I will pray, weep and grieve. Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci