With a bunch in each hand
My annual pilgrimage
Not so far
Just down the road
Clear away the debris of the past year
Arrange my flowers
Fill the pots
Remember.
You are forever young
Spared the ravages of time
I wonder what you’d think?
If you could see me now.
Written for Mother’s Day 2014
Morpethroad 
That is so lovely really heart warming x
Thank you Justine, I hope have or had a good Mother’s Day.
Very sober, yet extremely moving. I think she’d be proud of you.
Thank you Gabriella, I would hope so if for no other reason than I have outlived her.
A nice remembrance Michael. I think your mother would be proud of her son.
Thanks Jackie I hope so I think I turned out ok, a few kinks along the way but ok in the end.
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A proud mother she is Michael ~ The back story made me realize the significance of the annual pilgrimage ~
Thanks Grace yes in some ways I am sad I only go once a year but she lives here with me in my heart always.
Heartfelt, emotive words. When I read I can only picture your pilgrimage. I have yet to lose my mum or Pop as you know. My comments may seem trivial, as I truly do not know or understand the depth of grief and anguish that you and many must feel. She is proud, she hears and sees and she is happy where you are in your life. x
Lovely…
Thank you.