Grieve

Standing along the shore
eyes closed, with arms spread out
the gentle breeze swirls, surrounding me
And I feel her passionate presents

wind carrying her light scent of Red Door
Resting against my sensitive skin
As the day goes on, further and further
Tears erupt and my heart quivers

kneeling in the cool sand
I Trace her name with my fingers
I try to mend my broken heart
Still the memories will never fade away

R.I.P mom 03.24.08