My favorite color is the color green.
I found that was my Mothers favorite too.
I never would have guessed because it seems
The color that she wore the most was blue.

Mom took me, as a child, through mossy woods.
All carpeted with needles shed from pine.
Pine needles fell upon our sweatshirt hoods.
There always seemed to be the most on mine.

I still can see the sunshine peeking through
The lofty branches high above our heads.
I wish we had more times, but walks were few.
By sundown we just fell into our beds.

The sadness I now feel since she is gone
Is like an open wound I cannot heal.
The walks I took my kids on seemed too long
To mend the wound or temporarily seal.