Remembering Mother On Mother's Day Poem by Lone Dog

I should have gone to your grave today
As many others do,
And lay some flowers in a small bouquet
Near the headstone carved for you.

But there's something cold about your plot;
Something distant, strange, untrue.
For though your remnant lies below,
I know it is not you.

It's devoid of smile and soothing voice.
It's devoid of tender touch.
A vestige robbed of your warmth and love -
The love that I miss so much.

So I didn't go to your grave today,
And I somewhat guilty feel.
But there is a place where I know you live,
And for me it's just ideal!

It's a place unlike the plot that holds
Your mournful bones in the ground.
It's a place where I know you're glad to dwell.
It's my heart where you abound!