Thirty Winters Ago

It’s been thirty years since we laid you to rest on a winter day
The Ground covered with snow,forming a blanket where you’d lay

Wind rustling through trees,calling out your name as If In prayer
Mother you died so young!,I thought holding back a tear.

We chose a concrete vault to keep you safe from the cold
As we bowed our heads in prayer,It was your story that we told

Someone who suffered since youth,from pain and sorrow
And gave us hope,to face the trials of tomorrow

Two teenage children you left but not without your love
To get us though the years,we sought comfort from above