Mom

Oft times I come here, to visit your grave
to talk things over, my mind to relieve
I look for a sign, it's me you can hear
just one wisp of wind, to dry all my tears

but, nothing I notice or nothing I see
just a feeling of calmness, comes over me
Thru most of my life, you've taken my fears!--break-->
you gave them to God, thru all of your prayers

still I wonder, how I've made it this far
without you to guide me, at times it's been hard
you've given me strength, thru caring and love
you taught me to look for signs from above

I should be happy, you're finally free
but, why does this sorrow, yet linger in me
could it be when I came here, maybe this time
that you would just give me, one little sign

that wisp of wind, to me embrace
a sound or something all fears erase
It seems so more easy but, why so this year
to walk away smiling, just knowing you cared

Thank you Mom, David