Yvonne

Yvonne Time was when my mother was my best of all friends but I lost her I never got to know her well enough We seemed to miss the point of making things better for each other I loved her Time was when my mother was when she kept my conscience kept her love through the trail of denial when relations abandoned each other in the bogs of damaged emotions Time was when my mother was when she spoke to me “Don’t cry when I am gone, smile for me. My son, I am for ever, for all eternity. See me in the blossoms on the apple tree, in the rain, in the stars, in the sea. I am, even when you have forgotten me, here for all eternity.” Since she has gone I have carried these words still she keeps me conscious and I have traveled so far and moved so long discovered so much to be who I have become and at last I am able to understand Hello Mum