They stand, they trip
They walk, they slip
Mother; watching them strive
Aid their way in life,
Her tired eyes drooping down-
Will wait for nature and her kids to have bound,
Lovely, however it is they must survive alone
She must rest, leaving them forlorn.
I don’t know where you are,
Star gazing makes me feel you staring down
You told me how you missed your mommy,
I can feel it now, because I miss
At times I hustle with things,
I wish you were there to help me,hear
Papa is much gentler just you were ,
He is a friend now and much less a
I knows he tries to shower all his love
He tries not to make me ,
But I do every moment without you-
I guess ,I can never stop missing
I know I shouldn’t be laughing, given the tragic situation that I broke my leg and probably will limp for the rest of my life. But the smile creeps up my lips may be since I know you’ll never leave my hand for the rest of our lives .
A bench may remind us of a lot of things. IT may hold a few memories. A couple sitting on a bench watching the sunset or sunrise. They may be young or old but they sit here holding each others hand.
Nothing else could be more romantic than flowers