It is your natal day, I hold your hand

As surely as she did some years ago;

That moment, then as now, as full, as grand—

Love basked in dreams that only Mothers know.

Through passing of life’s years she proudly saw

The journey of her tender bud to bloom,

In quiet reverence, enrapt in awe…

Watched peerless beauty thriving, unassumed.

Now she is gone, I stand here in her stead

To shower love upon a timeless flower

And nurture still through smiles and tears soft shed—

A blossom crowned with all sweet virtue’s power.

Yet in her absence still I keep the vow,

To guard the bloom she cherished here and now.