A Visit to Mom

by Nick Alcantara © May 31, 2001

Today is Thursday

Memorial Day

Was Just over

I came to check your flowers

Glad to see they

Were fresh and still there

They won't discard them

'Til next Thursday

All the tiny Red, Blue and Whites

Waving, standing proud and tall

Defending freedom

In a strange foreign land

In my approach

To your grave

I suddenly felt

A longing again

Why I was there

Can't help it

But tears started rolling down my cheeks

As I started trimming the

Growing blades of grass

Around your gravestone

I notice myself talking

To you in a low tone

Thinking that you are listening

Imagining your answer

That you really care

Seeing your smiling face

As if engraved in your stone

Reflected in time

When I first met you

I said my prayer

As I always do

My cheeks are dry now

From a moment ago

Then I wondered again

How many of this moments

Will I have to go through

I bid you good-bye

I said its time to go

Maybe I'll be back again tomorrow

Special thanks to Nick Alcantara for giving us permission to use this poem.

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