As i walk through the sand,
gravels prick my feet,
and it hurts but the pain is less
than the one that you have given me.
I know the blue bells still smiles,
and the roses still feel the same,
the tulips still dance,
and i still miss thee.
The warmth of your hand,
the kind smile, the touch you made,
the care you have taken, will no longer be.
Mother!why did you have to go?
i miss thee the pain is unbearable,
the fond memories are the solace,
for they are still there,
only you are no more........