last year for mother’s day you gave me a bouquet of roses.
beautiful, red roses.
did I know then what I know now?
what you were saying to me with those petals.
I said you were just a bud
you were saying that you were a flower.
a red, ripe flower opening up and blossoming
to become a beautiful young woman.
and so you were.
just beginning to become a lady
young, fresh, fragrant - full of life,
this year you will give me silence.
my heart torn open and bleeding
- red like roses.
like a blade of grass you rose up and then
evening came and all withered.
withered are the hopes and dreams
of children and family
and a spouse.
I did not get to share these with you.
all turned upside-down, churned into chaos.
lost and broken
without any good-byes, I am sorry
forgive me, don’t cry.
I love you, don’t worry- are all unspoken
and how? and why?