That Day... Poem by Sally A Mortemore

on that day
I stood with my black back towards the sun
my shadow cast across a myriad of smiling flowers
all drinking down their sorrow to my mother
they spoke of how they all would miss her
of everlasting friendship
days bouqueted together
over and over until my eyes pricked
but could not cry
not on that day
not when her garden sang with people
flowers turning all their heads toward the sun
raising a smile to dance the rainbows of remembrance
and sunshine drink the perfume of my mother's life
on that day
done

Sally A Mortemore 2014

For my mother