Your Roses Still Bloom – for Mom
This past week, I’ve spent liquidating my mother’s affairs. A very surreal and emotional experience as I tripped involuntarily down memory lane. Working through a parent’s life brings it’s own surprises, and is accompanied by fits of laughter and tears, with bouts of disbelief thrown in for good measure.As I finish the solemn job she entrusted me with when she passed just a few months ago, it is now Mother’s day. This year it falls on my birthday.
So to honor my mom, this poem poured from my heart this afternoon. Sharing with all who have lost a mother and find themselves grieving or reflecting today.
Your Roses Still Bloom
For Mom – RIP Doris Drazga
The house is near empty
Just some boxes of “stuff.”
You never really felt like
You had quite near enough.
The garden we planted each Mom’s Day
Is choked with weeds and gloom.
But I hope that you can see, Mom,
That your Roses will always bloom.
Like your strong determination
To survive – oh come what may.
The courage of these small blossoms
pushes sunward every day
You’re at peace now, dear Mom
After years of doing your best.
I’ve done now all you’ve asked of me –
You can finally lay and rest.
As I take one last look
Around these empty rooms.
My heart is filled with joy
That your roses will still bloom.
<Barbara Drazga>