THREE ROSES
| Tanya White was in a hurry She clutched her briefcase in her hand She would miss her mother's birthday She knew her Mum would understand She was successful but so busy Her time just seemed to fly So many of life's pleasures Now seemed to pass her by She was at the top of her profession But somehow she felt defeat Her heart felt pangs of sadness As she hurried through the street She would miss her mother's birthday And it shamed her to the core She loved her mother dearly And each day she missed her more In her mind she saw her mother Her face framed in hair of grey She longed to hold her and caress her But her mum lived miles away She lived again her childhood And her thoughts were going wild Her mum had always been there for her As a woman and a child She stopped beside a flower shop On this busy city street Her thoughts became disjointed Midst the sounds of pounding feet She wandered in the flower shop To send a big bouquet of flowers But she longed to hug her mother For her life of caring hours Their relationship was special It seemed their souls were joined as one Her mother's life had been devoted To her daughter and her son And as the memories quickly gathered They were cherished and compiled Then suddenly beside her She saw a young and tender child The young girl was buying roses And Tanya was impressed To the girl they were a treasure She held them closely to her breast The girl seemed to hold a magic Her little face just seemed to shine She was small and very pretty She was aged about just nine Tanya ordered her bouquet She had it sent to mum's address And the young girl bought her roses They seemed to glow to her caress Tanya didn't mean to follow But she felt she couldn't stop The young girl drew her like a magnet As she slowly left the shop Tanya had to know the reason Why three roses meant so much So, with a smile and kindly greeting Their souls were now in touch Tanya asked about the roses And why she treasured them so dear "I buy these roses for my mummy Although my mummy isn't here." "Three roses mark the number Of years that she's been gone And each year I'll keep on counting Until we're together later on." "I think about my Mummy Every minute of the day She's always here beside me Even though she's far away." Tanya didn't press for answers Instead, she took and held her near They both knew the worth of mothers Even when no longer here They walked along in silence Holding thoughts that were their own Tanya's thoughts were for her mother And how fast the years had flown They stopped beside a graveyard And the young girl said "Goodbye" Tanya's heart cried out in silence "Why do mothers have to die?" "I come here every chance I get." The young girl softly said "And I pray beside her headstone Because my mummy isn't dead." "I know that mummy's with me She's never far from sight She's in every waking moment And in my dreams at night." "I must be brave for mummy So I try to hide my pain Because one day we'll meet in heaven And I can hug her once again." Tanya didn't want to leave her But didn't know what she should do So with faltering words she mumbled "Can I visit your mum, too?" As the young girl dropped upon her knees She caressed the cold headstone And fresh tearstains softly lined her face She looked so small and so alone And as the little girl was praying She spoke words of love and care And she spoke the words sincerely For she believed her mum was there The young girl was feeling The tender love her mother gave And with pride and pure devotion She placed three roses on her grave "Since you left us mummy My daddy is so sad We really miss you mummy We miss you really bad." "Daddy tries to hide his sadness But at night he often cries He can't hide the hurt he's feeling It's a hurt he can't disguise." "He is so caring and so gentle But he has grief he just can't smother Our home feels cold and really empty Since the day we lost you, mother." "Your smile would light up every morning That's a thing I really miss And the stories you would read me And your tender goodnight kiss." Tanya left the girl in silence She felt drained and oh, so numb She knew she now was an intruder The girl was talking to her mum And as Tanya left the graveyard She felt her sadness mount A little girl had shown her The things in life that really count The greatest treasures in this life Are the people we love best And we should savour every moment until they're laid to rest And we should tell them how we love them And how much we hold them dear And don't postpone it 'til tomorrow Because one day they won't be here Tanya bought her mum a locket It was encased in gleaming pearl The inscription announced proudly: "From your loving Little girl". She wouldn't miss her mother's birthday She'd not hide her shame with sorrow She'd go home to hold her mother Her job could wait until tomorrow K.D. Abbott © 2011 |
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