Sunday Speculations: Another Mother's Day Without Mama - A Mother's Day Poem

Another Mother's Day
without Mama.

It's the third one
in a row
and it hasn't
gotten any easier.

Memories -
starfish upon the beach -
flow into my mind,
my tears fall,
and I whisper a prayer
for the progress of her soul.

I contemplate
the grave
that contains
her mortal remains...

A vision enters my mind
of Mama
and grandma
walking in paradise
beneath the Tree of Life.

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Sunday Review: My Memories of Mother's Day

I look back across the years
of memories
that bring joy and tears:
Mama is now in paradise
sitting beside the Tree of Life,
where she is celebrating Mother's Day
with those who proceeded her.

I look back across the years
of memories
that bring joy and tears:
I smile
remembering the things we used to do
on Mother's Day
and then I cry.

I look back across the years
of memories
that bring joy and tears:
I miss Mama so much,
and yet,
I cannot  cry
when I remember her gentle touch
as she wiped the tears
from my eyes
or her melodic voice
singing me to sleep with lullabies.

Mother's Day Visit

I look down at her headstone,
the stone
red as the rose of love
engraved on the left side.

This is my first Mother's Day
without her,
without my inspiration,
without my encouragement,
without my mother.

I open my prayer book
and read a prayer for the departed
as I look down
at her last earthly resting place.