When I walked
out of my house
yesterday
I saw it

A rose;
the last rose
of Summer
on the bush
'
I cried
because that's what
she always called me
her "Last rose of Summer",
born on the last day of the season

It's been six months,
and still I mourn
My Mother is no longer here
I have to get used to that

.....but
still I cry
and I always will

10/12/2007

Author's Note: My Mother passed away exactly six months ago yesterday. I miss her more than I can say.

Posted on 10/12/2007
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