There’s a lot I should have said to you when you were here, sweet Mother.
Given the chance I surely would have filled a book, cover to cover.
Today on your birthday I faithfully will go,
To lay flowers and to tell you how much I miss you so.
Kneeling gently, carefully tidying and brushing away leaves
All the while, I’m to you Mum, chatting endlessly.
Telling you, there isn’t a day that my thoughts don’t turn to you,
Remembering all the places we’d go on walks to.
Pictures of places in my heart I hold dear.
And although your gone now, I still feel you near.
For here in my heart you remain.
Until Dear Mother I see you again.