Who doesn't miss their mother, on a day the likes of this?
For after all, today is Mother's Day.
I felt the call to visit her. To miss her'd be remiss.
There seemed to be so very much to say.
We had a quiet visit, as she listened to my thoughts,
and it was wonderful to say "Hello."
I told her that I loved her, as my heart was tied in knots,
regretting that it didn't often show.
It seemed like only yesterday, but it's been six long years.
This place released some memories I save.
Emotions welled up reservoirs that spilled the drops of tears
upon the marble footstone of her grave.
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Author Notes
My wife and I visited our mother's graves on Mother's Day.
This poem is written in abab rhymed Quatrains, with a 14-10 meter.
This photograph was taken by the author himself in May 2011.
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