MAY

It's May again
Why are the flowers allowed to bloom?
Why is it beautiful
Even though you are gone?
It's almost your birthday
And Mothers day
I know I'll miss you
More than I can say.
Now all the flowers
At the shops
Seem prettier because
I can't buy them for you
Even the corny mothers day cards
(and this poem)
Would do
If I could only send them
To you

I miss you...