What Mom Hears
Toll-free is the call on this special day
as my gratitude ascends the umbilical cord,
never severed, even in the afterlife.
“I planted begonias in the garden you nurtured.”
My eyes search the bright spring sky,
“Your favorites, just for you on Mother’s Day.”
Decades have passed,
yet that special mother/daughter bond
finds me planting begonias each year.
“I miss you, Mom, though your spirit lingers –
sometimes I still hear your voice;
you always hear mine.
“My confidante you’ll always be.
When I share my innermost thoughts in prayer,
I feel your heart next to mine.
“Giver of life, comforter, source of wisdom,
Mom, you blessed me with so much joy.
I spoke to you in my youth; I speak to you now.
“On angel wings my words are delivered to heaven.
I know you listen;
I just know.”
*Written May 5, 2015, in honor of my mother.
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2015
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