Memories of Pleasant Hill

Memories of Pleasant Hill…


The yearly event approaches with a flurry of activity!
I watch as Mama fashions flowers from tissue - and wire, from the barn.
They are soft to the touch, as real ones are,
in pastel colors of pink, blue and yellow.

In soft, sweet bunches we take them to Pleasant Hill;
to offer to our long absent loved ones.
It’s a daylong outing, filled with pain and pleasure, too!

It’s sad, now, to know that Mama's final resting place isn’t there with the others,
but in a spot far removed from her beginnings.

but still- they’re all together…


Remembering…
Nov.2003