If Roses grow in Heaven,
Lord please pick a bunch for me,
place them in my Mother’s arms,
and tell her they’re from me.
Tell her I love her and miss her,
and when she turns to smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek
and hold her for awhile.
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it every day,
but there’s an ache within my heart
that will never go away.
~Author Unknown
Yep, I miss my mom, too. She would have held me today, comforted me, while I missed my son and remembered all our times together. She couldn’t, she’s gone, too. She loved my son, her grandchild, and would have been saddened by this, my first Mother’s Day without Owen. The layered losses are unfathomable. I hope you got through this day, and get through those to come. Your mom is with you, I’m sure.
Linda
What an Awesome poem!