You're gone forever now!
Reposing in mauve steel
'Neath mounds of kneaded dirt.
Rosary beads entwined
'tween once caring fingers.
Rosebuds, never to bloom,
patterned in beads, hang mere
inches above your head.
Their sweet fragrance fading,
as did your scented life.


Tears of loss, grief, and guilt
torment soul to its core.
Staining drops will not cleanse
the sin of selfishness.
You were always here for me...
as if nothing else mattered;
Waiting for phone calls,
or visits that were so rare.
My life was occupied;
had my own family.


Will not plead forgiveness;
Wretched spirit deserves none.
Merely whisper secrets
to you in my head now;
Visit carved, cold granite stone.
I pray good memories
someday mellow the pain.
I love you, Mom, always
have, always will. Sorry,
I didn't make the time.


Thought you'd always be here.