Standing sadly at the crem, in the rain.
I’m lost for words, it’s always the same.
I close my eyes, and I see mums face.
Mum looks over me, from a better place.
Bright yellow flowers, cry raindrops I see.
Mums plot looks as beautiful as can be.
My mum would have been 90 today.
‘Happy Heavenly Birthday’ to mum I say.
Then I walk away, beneath the rainy sky.
As the bright yellow flowers continue to cry.
Michael xx
Miss you loads Mum.
