A rose for my Mother

A mind, heavy laden with memory deep,
Of the guidance that she gave to me,
As I grew in my manner, her custom to keep,
Yet to be, who I wanted to be.

Just a small gentle lady with arms open wide,
And a World full of love in her soul,
Who let me, grow slowly, and never would chide,
She fulfilled every part, of her role.

A rose for my Mother, placed gently with care,
On a small piece of stone where she lies,
With a heart full of love, as a small silent prayer,
Is sent on its way, through the skies.

( Goodnight God Bless, love you! xx )
Mick