She was standing at a fresh tomb

wiping her tears with a white cloth,

looking at the wooden cross

and the flowers covering the grave.

Her daughter held her shoulders

and kissed her wrinkled hand.

She knew what her mother felt,

she stand with her at the tomb of her love,

just few months ago.

This place was filled with love and grief,

that terrible illness was such a thief!

It took both of them.

Now mother and daughter feel same,

love, compassion and a great pain.

Published by Majka Rowe