First Mother’s Day Alone
Today, the flowers seem to bow,Colors muted under sorrow’s shroud.The cards lay still upon the table,Unread verses, emotions unable.Sunlight streams, but lacks its glow,Shadows longer than they ought to show.Morning tea cools in its cup,Silent toasts to memories brought up.A smile forced, through tears that fall,Her laughter echoes off the walls.Alone, I hold the gifts…