Now every June will come and go
Without the mother I loved so.
The painful struggle she endured
With grace....I felt so hopeless, Lord.
When Spring comes 'round again next year
Only memories I'll have near.
Please take the bitter, leave the sweet,
Then hopeful may each Spring I greet.
(Spring 2004)
Copyright ©2004 Pene Burkey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
come each spring you'll have the remembrances of numerous Junes to soften your sorrow. kenneth