A mother's day poem

MOTHER'S DAY OF HOPE
(For mother: Hope Beus)

To Mother on this mother’s day:
Where you have gone I cannot go,
send flowers, cards, or telephone.
It’s been foretold you see and know -

and often wince at our mistakes.
And I will add from knowing you,
you smile and pray for all our sakes.
For those are part of what you do.

You’re reverenced still in countless ways
To you this day I raise pean,
look forward to your charm again,
and cherish days with you – long gone.

Edwin