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Visiting Mom, R.I.P.
A wonderful trip to Arkansas
Good Morning and I hope everyone has a great week.
This past Friday, I drove to Arkansas to see my mother’s gravesite and to conduct some family business. It was a great day and more important than any family business, I left Arkansas with this poem in my head.
I hope you enjoy it.
R.I.P. Mom
As I kneel at your grave
And my hands on your headstone
I can feel your love.
And I know I’m not alone.
The grass on my knees
And everything feels so right
This position you taught me.
As I said my prayers at night.
Growing up with my two parents
Was the best feeling, which made me glad
Knowing they loved me
Was the best feeling I ever had.
Now so much has changed
As you are both laid long to rest
Just touching your headstone
And knowing you are the best.
Mom, I brought you a dozen roses
And they look beautiful in the sun
They remind me of your love
And all the time…